The pier fishes in seasons, and the regulars move down it as the year turns.
Spring is pompano along the inshore bars and the start of the cobia run, when people stand at the end with heavy tackle watching for a brown shape moving east under the surface. Late spring into summer brings Spanish mackerel in numbers and king mackerel further out, which is when the long rods and the gaff talk appear at the T. Summer nights are for the lights and whatever they draw: ladyfish, hardtails, the occasional tarpon rolling past. Autumn is the second mackerel run and the best all-round month for someone who just wants to catch something. Sheepshead and redfish hold around the pilings through the winter.
Bait and tackle are sold at the pier house and rods can be rented, so this works as a walk-up activity for a family that owns nothing.
The point that trips people up is licensing. The state requires anglers to hold a valid fishing licence in addition to the pier permit. That is the opposite of the arrangement at several licensed piers across the state line in Florida, where the daily fee covers you, and it is worth sorting out before you arrive rather than at the counter.
Pier manners are real here. If someone hooks a king, clear the rail and let them walk it down. Cut a snagged line short instead of leaving a long trailing length, because the birds and the turtles below are the ones who pay for that.