Special Places part 2

We arrived in Georgia when I was 12. I soon found a small creek about 2 blocks from my house that was loaded with sunfish.

Although the sunnies were plentiful and bit freely, they just didn't measure up to the bass fishing I had enjoyed in Oklahoma. I decided to try the plastic eel that had caught so many bass for me in OK. This was a very small creek , that was not more than twenty five feet across and not more than knee deep anywhere except in a few places.

I soon found that in the places where it was four to five feet deep bass could be caught, not in the

numbers or sizes of my special place in Ok. but enough action to keep me interested and most especially, keep me learning! I soon learned that if I skipped the eel back under overhanging brush or trees bass could be caught in water as shallow as one foot.

I spent many happy days the first couple of months in Georgia wading down the little creek throwing the eel around brush and trees. I learned to always fish the outside of the brush first as the bass if hooked on the outside were less likely to get tangled in the tree, and less likely to tear my precious eels up. A pack- age was only 89 cents, but this was when gas was 15 cents a gallon and bread was 12 cents a loaf. I made my fishing money by cutting neighbors lawns, sometimes I had to push my lawnmower 3 miles to make my two bucks for two hours work, but it paid for my fishing tackle.

After 3 months we moved to a less expensive house on the outskirts of town, WHAT A DIFFERENCE! We had a small two acre pond on our property that was full of bass, not like the pond in Ok., but great fishing just the same. This was the time I started fly fishing, for my 13th birthday my dad gave me a cheap fly rod and an asst. of flys for pan fish.

Tomorrow: The next step in a boys fishing education