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Capt. Jim Brincefield's Charters

Address:

United States

North Carolina

232 Pinch Gut Road Camden, NC 27921

Coordinates:

Latitude: 36.353340

Longitude: -76.125149

Capt. Jim

Contact:

252-336-4296

(301) 862-4100

(301) 863-3200

Communication language

English

E-mail

No mailbox

Web-site

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Meet Capt. Jim Brincefield

Back in the late 1960’s as I grew up, I started fishing in the area of Thomas Point at the mouth of the South River, about 15 miles south of Annapolis, Maryland on the Chesapeake Bay. We lived right on the Bay at Thomas Point in a small community named “Oakwood”. My first motor boat was a 7.5 h.p. Sears & Roebuck outboard motor – (I called it a “Sears Run out and Row Back” motor) which I fastened on the back of a MFG 12 foot tri-hull skiff.

I also fished from a 14 foot AMF Sunfish sailboat when I couldn’t get the Sears motor to work and my intended fishing spot was too far to row. In 1969, I got my first Charter Boat job as a 1st Mate with a Captain out of Selby Bay – just across the South River from my home. Ironically, and perhaps through some odd sort of Chesapeake Bay fishing destiny, that same year Odell Jones custom built what was to be my first Charter Boat – the “Charlotte K”. She was a 43’ x 13’ custom wood Chesapeake Bay Built dead rise. At that time it was known as the “Scuttlebutt” and was built for Capt. Cecil Kenney. In 1969 I had pestered every Captain within rowing distance (my motor truly lived up to its nickname) for a job as a mate aboard a Charter Boat. Of course, no Captain would take me because I was a 9-year-old scrawny kid. However, I considered myself quite an accomplished fisherman at that point, having mastered the fine art of fishing from a Sailboat with 3 rodholders, between crabpots and rockpiles, and occasionally hooking a Rockfish, White Perch, Flounder, Bluefish or Gray Trout. The truth was, those fish must have been suicidal, because looking back to the way I started out fishing I didn’t have a clue. Or, maybe, it’s true what other fishermen say about me – “He must have a horseshoe up his ass, or something!”