I got to spend the weekend in southern Georgia exporing the swamps along the Chickasawhatchie river with my TBG buddies.....
Know how sometimes a song gets stuck in your mind? Well, resting peacefully and watching the water flow south, I kept hearing " 'Ol black water, keep on rolling, Mississippi moon gonna keep on shinin' on, 'ol black water......"
By this part of the season, the deer and hogs are no longer found in the green fields...
nor in the open woods under the live oaks with their draping Spanish moss....
No, there were only found deep in the thickest, nastiest cover available, where they could safely slurp up the abundant crop of acorns and crabapples...
I walked many miles the first day but saw only a few deer and dozens of squirrels. I found fresh rootings on the second day, but just couldn't catch up with the piney woods rooters. I did see some more deer and had unfilled tags in my wallet, but didn't get any closer than this to a buck....
At least 3 hogs were killed this weekend by the Traditional Bowhunters of Georgia and I heard of one nice buck that was missed, but this was the only trophy that I claimed, the remains of a true swamp monster whose skull was about 6" wide....
How I love those Georgia swamps, and sharing a campfire with fellow Tradgangers and traditional bowhunters! A kill, although always welcome, is secondary to such an experience for me.