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Fishing
To the smallmouth, the small red jig darting just off the bottom of a rocky Lake Blue Ridge point must have looked like a crayfish or a yellow perch trying to escape. With a flick of its tail it surged forward and hit the jig. On the other end of the fishing line, sitting in…
Lineside fishing guide Greg Beck snatched the rod from the rod holder and reared back to set the hook, but the fish was already gone. Before he could replace the rod, another planer board shuddered on the surface, then surged backwards, signaling a hit on the trailing blueback herring. Greg hurriedly set down the first…
The shellcracker on the end of Mike’s line was a blur of flashing gold and orange as it cut crisp “Z”s and spiraling “S”s through the clear water of Lake Horton. The ultralight rod bounced and whipped as the flashy-colored fish finally came splashing up to the boat and over the side — just as…
At mid-morning on November 16, Buddy Callihan and I motored halfway back into Worley Creek at the upper end of Carters Lake. As Buddy lowered the trolling motor into the water a striper surged on the surface — twice, chasing shad. “That is what we want to see,” said Buddy, as he set about rigging…
Reading an article about saltwater fishing in Georgia generally means learning about catches either off- shore, or around the Brunswick or Savannah areas. Not that that’ s a bad thing, but there are a lot more places to fish along the coast than just those two or three locations. Five counties have a significant piece…
Standing timber everywhere! Sounds like a fisherman’s dream, but on Lake Russell a combination of factors that center around abundant standing timber have created a tough bass-fishing situation. Luckily, GON readers have folks like Bobby Stanfill of Greenwood, S.C. to help put together the puzzle that is summertime bass fishing on Russell. Bobby is a…
Like many Georgians, I have been fishing as long as I can remember. Heck, my grandfather was king of the pay-lake catfishermen as far as I knew. I have been blessed with good friends and an experimental streak of my own, allowing me to discover the joys of catching everything from redbreasts to redfish with…
Two things struck me as strange as we cast to the rip-rap along the bridge that crosses Lake Varner. First, there were only three other boats on the 800-acre lake, and all were fishing for crappie. Second was the size of the fish that had just swirled and missed my Bang-O-Lure. A few casts later…
In the July 2003 issue of GON, I reported on a new grass pattern that was taking place on Lake Eufaula. Fishermen seemed tickled to be able to find a daylight pattern during the summer in the back of a pocket that was nowhere near the main lake. During the hottest part of the day,…
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