Of course it helped to have his young apprentice (me) on a spot rig or plugging for blues, John was usually the first with bait on his rig. And John took pride in being able to put bait in the bucket. On the pier, King may have been “king”, but bait was the key. No matter how many times you witnessed it, to see him launch those things almost out of sight was always impressive. With the fervor of Hank Arron, John could sling those pronged weights farther than the biggest men around. He took great pride when other fisherman would ask for him to throw out their anchor lines. With his faded Rebel hat and short denim cut-offs, everyone knew John would be on the pier. ![]() ![]() In the early years, summer weekends meant fishing on the pier or a short ride down to the inlet. Day or night, he was right at home on the beach. And while he loved to be in the woods or in the field with his shotgun, most knew John for his fishing passion.įew on this planet have caught more fish in as many ways and different places as Captain John Batis! Whether it was fishing for big blues or big Reds in the Outer Banks or Whiting in a favorite spot near his home at Caroline Beach, John knew as much about surf fishing as anyone. He got more of a kick out of hearing the dogs run and braving the muddy roads of White Oak Swamp with his 4X4. Some around my home here in White Oak may know him as the Dug (dog) Man for his Greek accent over the CB radio back in the early 80’s when JD Sholar and sons introduced him to deer hunting with dogs. ![]() I am sad to say that my stepfather passed away Wednesday.
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