Clem’s Marina

Short Version: The red-​haired dude behind the register was needlessly rude — and we won’t be back.
Long version: Two buddies and I stopped in here to get bait for a trip down to the LandCut (S. of Baffin Bay on the Intercoastal Waterway) because there was no bait at our regular bait shop down the street.
For the record, we are not newbies to the fishing game, as me mateys and I have been in PLENTY of bait shops (and marinas) in our days — and hopefully will continue to for years to come.
That said — we arrived at Clems for some bait — shrimp or croakers to be exact. The bait was fine — as were the prices. However, the red haired dude running the cash register was just rude. Neither my buddy Keith nor I could understand why. They weren’t swamped, there was plenty of help working there and we were prepared to pay cash. We entered the store, asked for 8 dozen Croakers ($ 60 worth) and the red-​haired dude behind the register with the baseball cap and white wifebeater mumbles something indiscernable. I think he asked «How do you want them?».
How do I want them? What does this mean in bait parlance I ask myself. What are my choices… I want them ALIVE! So I respond «What?»
Mumbles says — louder this time — but rudely: «How do you want them? In a bucket?»
A little gray cloud appears above my head and it says. «Well, I am not going to carry them to my boat individually — if that is what you mean — jerky?!»
I actually replied: «Yes, I need them in a bucket. We are in a boat out front — so a bucket is fine.»
My buddy Keith asks «Can we also get water for the live wells?»
Red looks at him and responds incorrigibly «Whuh? Water?!»
«Yes, water,» Keith goes on to explain. «Do you have a hose I should pull up to? We’ll need water for the bait.»
Red looks irritated now at having to explain every. single. detail. «Nope. No hose. Grab a bucket and git yur own water.»
So we did. Which was fine. All other bait shops I have frequented have a long hose out front. Just pulkl your boat up to the hose — and viola! You have nice fresh water in your live wells — to help keep your expensive bait alive! Instead we lugged 10 five 5 gallon buckets of water out to the boat.
I felt better that it wasn’t personal after I witnessed Red being an A-​hole to every other person who darkenned their door in the 15 min. we were there. Pitiful… and needless.
We got the eff out of there — vowed never to return to Jerky’s Bait shop = 1 star.

I’ve been getting bait here since I was a kid. Great bait shop and pier.

I go fishing there about 4 times aweek great place. I got 4 skip jacks, 4 reds, 6 trout.