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I should have figured that the "Swim at your own risk"
sign was a hint - big swimmin' hole here! |
Fishing last Saturday (14 August) on the Flint River at
Sprewell Bluff State Park. Looking for smallmouth and shoal bass. Never did find 'em, but I think I found the biggest hole. My wallet is still drying out.
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| Sprewell Bluff State Park |
Sprewell Bluff is the spot where the Flint River crosses the 'fall line' - it crosses from the Appalachian uplands and enters the Georgia piedmont.
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| Von with one of two smallies he got |
I'm not sure what Von was throwing, but it worked better than anything anyone else was using.
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| Shawn working the pools |
Shawn, beating the water to no avail...
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| Jim. Stylin' |
If you are not catching anything at least you can look good while doing it.
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| You take your shelter where you can find it |
Not long after lunch we heard a roar moving up the river from the south and realized it was rain! Within moments a wall of water swept over us.
They say the worst day fishing is better than the best day at work. I agree, but actually hooking a fish or two makes the experience a whole lot better.
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