Productive Waters

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Productive Waters

An idyllic Croatan Sound upbringing inspires a career in coastal stewardship.

One bright August morning, before the sun had risen above the tree line, I darted across the dew that mottled the yard of my childhood clapboard home in the mainland village of Manns Harbor. Peering around the back of our weathered garden shed, I spotted the cache of scavenged crab pots my brother and I had stashed there years ago. Now tangled in the smilax and shrubby psychosis of our property line, their red and yellow cages peeked above the jumbled mess, as if begging to be dipped in the water.

One by one, I carried the pots to the stern of my family’s squatty-hulled rowboat, stacking each cube more precariously than the last. I slipped the pine oars into the oarlocks, extending them slowly down, dipping them methodically into the murky Croatan Sound ahead of me. The rough grains felt suited to my hands, lined every crevice of my palm. I hadn’t felt them, or the humidity of a Southern summer, in three years.

I swiftly reached the slough where I had always remembered a healthy mess of crabs for the taking and began dropping my freshly baited pots to the bottom. Once they hit the water, I flung out the buoys. Their slap against the surface let me know they were set. I turned back toward shore.

Years earlier I had left my Outer Banks home for a life in Oregon, where I chased and tagged seabirds throughout the Pacific Northwest. The woods were lush with electric green moss, the rivers turbid with seasonal salmon runs, the work rewarding. But somewhere deep within me the call of my natal waters was stronger than I could bear.

My brother, John, and I were raised by parents who knew that our best lessons would come from the outdoors. Before I was 8, we were unleashed on my dad’s raggedy, olive green duck skiff to explore the Croatan Sound.

Ladd Bayliss27We were students of the sound. Our eyes learned the direction of the wind and the afternoon shift that marked the squalls that would chase us home. Our ears learned the raucous calls of royal terns that careened head first into pods of bait, brought to the surface by layers of puppy drum and rockfish. Our hands learned to bait crab pots and hang gill nets, while we learned the ethic in utilizing every piece of our harvest. The sounds were molding us into stewards of a system we were still struggling to understand.

While John and I spent most of our time on the Croatan, we knew the waters outside our self-imposed boundaries were beyond comprehension. And, indeed they are. The second largest estuary system in the States, the Albemarle-Pamlico estuary boasts more than 3,000 square miles of productive waters. From the Virginia line southward, the Currituck Sound meanders toward the Albemarle, kept full by the fast-flowing Roanoke, Middle and Cashie rivers. The Albemarle twists and swirls southward into the Currituck, Croatan and Roanoke sounds, and onward to the expansive Pamlico, Back, Bogue and Core.

With average depths of only 13 feet, our estuaries have been aptly named “sounds” from the beginning. Early settlers to the area discovered these uncharted waters to be shallow and spotted with sandbars, which required the settlers to take frequent depth soundings, hence the name.

My brother and I learned this lesson the hard way, mushing through unexpected sandbars and submerged driftwood. The prop of our motor reacted to these obstacles in a way my father didn’t appreciate, as the wheel became snarled and worn with each collision. We quickly learned the value of knowing your waters.

A mix of fresh and salt waters, our sounds are considered one of the most dynamic ecosystems on Earth. Inlets serve as an essential vein of the sounds, flushing salt, sand and species inward and outward. The large swaths of juncus and spartina marshes provide nutrition and shelter to these species, both juvenile and adult.

The wealth of salt marsh delineating so much of our interior coastline is largely responsible for the flourishing productivity throughout our waters. While the stench of detritus may suggest otherwise, the estuarine-wetland system is 10 times as productive as the open ocean. As a result, our sounds support two-thirds of North Carolina’s commercially harvested seafood species, at least for some portion of their lives.

Ladd Bayliss43Compared to the wanton currents of the Atlantic, the sounds provide a safe and nutritious expanse for growth of species from the croaker to the blue crab. Even those species that spend the majority of their lives in the ocean still depend on the sounds for food and fortress. With each ebb and flood tide, the sound proves its value to our ecosystem as a vein of life against our shores, and a conduit to the ocean.

Even in our first days on the sounds, my brother and I learned quickly about the fragility of the system. For every day we plied our native waters, we became more attuned to the changes that were occurring.

We couldn’t see the ripples of the sound bottom like we used to. Our crab pot lines kicked off more sludge with the passing of each year. We watched barren marsh fall prey to housing subdivisions and big-box stores. When we learned to fish, some days we became nearly annoyed that our rods wouldn’t be left alone by the barrage of striped bass tugging for our bucktails. Just years later, the season-long, eerie emptiness of our hooks made us scratch our heads.

The threats to our interior waters are ominous — stormwater runoff, nutrient loading and loss of marsh habitat continually plague these harbors of productivity. Luckily, in the case of our sounds, the most effective shield from environmental degradation is the simplest. Whether work or pleasure brings us to the water, allegiance to these often under-appreciated waters runs deep. Our sounds’ greatest allies are those that sensibly utilize its offerings. Just as my brother and I learned again and again — how could we destroy that which feeds us?

Today, as an employee of a nonprofit organization dedicated to preserving water quality along the N.C. coast, I’ve been able to translate my childhood lessons on the sound into community-based environmental efforts. Working for the N.C. Coastal Federation, my primary responsibilities are to address community needs through projects that protect water quality, traditional industries and avenues for public activism. Whether I’m improving water quality in our sounds or teaching kids how to plant marsh grass, the federation has given meaning to what my brother and I learned on the sound, while allowing me to pass the lessons on to others.

The afternoon after I’d set my crab pots, an east breeze had kicked up a healthy wave by the time I was able to check them. I thought about changing out of the sundress I’d had on all day but decided against it, given the heat.

My dress flapped in the wind, dripping with every wave that capped the rails of the rowboat. I reached my string and found that each pot I pulled had more crabs than the last. I swore under my breath, wishing I had worn shoes. With each wave, the crabs placed in the basket on the forward deck were tossed upward, outward and closer to my feet. A bedlam of claws maneuvered beneath me.

I reached our dock, heaving my bushel of crabs off the dinghy, eager to show off my bounty. Lugging my catch through the kitchen, I stopped short to see my mother standing there, smirking at my dirtied sundress and the trail of sound water I had left behind me.

“I got us some crabs for dinner!” I said proudly.

She giggled and turned to greet my father, who had just walked in from a day of work. His face, incredulous, gazed towards my load of effervescent crabs, ticking and climbing their way to the top of the basket.

“Where’d you get those?” he exclaimed.

“Right out front.”

One glance told me he had forgotten, even if just for a moment, the years of knowledge he and my mother had instilled in us as children. Now, here in their kitchen was the product of their work, 25 years later.

Amid discussion of my pot placement and bait choice, my parents and I sat down to a table scattered with my harvest, bright orange and still steaming in the deepening darkness. The crack of crab claws and chuckles filled the evening air, competing only with the nightly cicada chorus. Out back the sound floated by, promising tomorrow would be just as fruitful as today.



Go Deeper: Explore the Sounds


“If we can call spectacle the first stage of eco-consciousness… the second is the connection behind those wonders. And connection carries us to the third stage, stewardship, the effort to sustain nature and thereby sustain ourselves.” — Matthew Miller

Soundside eco-adventures come in many forms: kayaking, fishing, crabbing and shrimping, stand-up paddleboarding, dolphin watching, snorkeling, seining. They’re fun and easy ways to get into the wildness of nature for a few hours of your life. But there’s more to it than that. A good eco-tour or adventure will inspire connection to the environment and, somewhere along the line, a desire to protect those wonders that you discover.

You’ll come across many worthy Outer Banks adventures, from both for-profit businesses and nonprofit agencies. Here are a few good choices.


Coastal Studies Institute, Skyco

The institute’s marine scientists offer a variety of programs, which can include seining, kayaking and data collection. They also offer lectures, which are aired on TV or archived on their website.; (252) 475-5400


Jennette’s Pier, Nags Head

Some of the summer day camps for kids offer soundside fishing. Jennette’s offers private fishing lessons in sound wading.; (252) 255-1501


Jockey’s Ridge State Park, Nags Head

The soundside state park offers a few programs that connect visitors to the sound: Seining the Sound with the staff of the N.C. Coastal Federation, Crabby Clinic and a Soundside Hike.; (252) 441-7132


National Park Service / Cape Hatteras National Seashore, Hatteras and Ocracoke islands

Park rangers offer programs in cast-netting, crabbing, seining and snorkeling on the soundside of Hatteras and Ocracoke islands in the summer. Pick up a copy of the In The Park newspaper.; (252) 473-2111


National Wildlife Refuges

Alligator River and Pea Island

At Pea Island, the refuge staff leads seine-netting programs in the Pamlico Sound. The staff also offers canoe tours for all ages. At Alligator River, the staff offers canoe trips in the blackwater canals and Milltail Creek.; (252) 473-1131


North Carolina Aquariumon Roanoke Island

The aquarium offers on-site programming at its new soundside dock, including fishing, kayaking and crabbing. Also offered: a wetlands walk marsh exploration.; (252) 473-3494


Outer Banks Center for Wildlife Education


The state-run wildlife center offers free nature-oriented programs. Currituck Sound programs include Fishing the Sound, Kayaking the Sound, Crabbing and Sound Sampler (seine netting).; (252) 453-0221



Help Protect the Sounds

These organizations work to protect the soundside environment. If you feel so inspired, these are good places to contribute time or money.


The Nature Conservancy at Nags Head Woods

In addition to its numerous environmental efforts, The Nature Conservancy is involved with oyster-reef restoration, which helps with water quality in the sounds.


North Carolina Coastal Federation

The federation is a grassroots environmental organization that advocates for a healthy coastal environment and economy; restores critical habitats and water; and educates and engages stewardship.


North Carolina Coastal Land Trust

The North Carolina Coastal Land Trust works to protect coastal lands from development. Leaving land in its natural condition creates a buffer, which helps with water quality both in the sound and its tributaries.


–  Molly Harrison


photographs by RAY MATTHEWS



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