Tournament
I camped at the Georgia Power campground Blanton Creek at Bartletts Ferry from Thursday to Monday. Blanton Creek is a nice shady campground on the upper end of Bartletts Ferry and it has a great bath house with hot showers, a requirement for me this time of year after a hot sweaty day on the water.
I tend to sleep late on “practice days” before a tournament so I did not get on the water until about 9:00 AM Friday. Bartletts Ferry is on the Chattahoochee River and downstream of the campground the lake is like most of our lakes, with open water, deep points and banks lined with docks and houses. There are also many creeks on the lower end, from short ones to some that run for miles.
I decided to go up the river and scout around Friday. Near the campground the lake turns into a river channel with a few small creeks but mostly banks lined with trees and bushes. Fishing can be very good up there, especially if the Corps of Engineers are generating power at the West Point dam 20 or so miles up the river.
Current moving can make the fish bite better, up to a point. A couple years ago I went up the river and the current was so strong I had a hard time fishing. At one point my boat drifting with the current with no motor running was moving 3.5 miles per hour on my GPS. A bait cast to a stump in the water would sweep by it way too fast to hit the bottom.
Friday there was barely any current and the fish did not bite for me. I hooked two small keeper bass that got off before I could land them. One wrapped me up in a limb and another jumped and came off. I did land one 13-inch keeper bass.
Saturday I got on the water about 9:00 again and decided to go exploring. The road going to the ramp crosses Mountain Oak Creek four times, the last one about five miles by water from the ramp. I like the way it looks, about 50 feet wide with trees and overhanging bushes.
I idled for about 30 minutes, the water was only two to five feet deep in most areas, and started pitching a jig and pig to all the cover on the bank on an outside bend in the creek. I was about a half mile above the bridge and the water was a little deeper, with a little current moving. I thought it would be great but I never got a bite.
When I gave up and idled back to the lake I stopped on a big mud flat where I had seen some brush in the water when the lake was low. It is just a few hundred yards from the ramp we use and there is a danger marker on it since the water is only two feet deep.
I tried to fish a jig but it came back with black moss on it, so I picked up a spinnerbait. My first cast produced a solid thump and I worked the bass to the boat, trying to hide it from other fishermen. Doing that I let it get around the trolling motor and the four-pound bass broke my line. But it gave me hope.
I looked around the rest of the day but never got another bite.
When I got to the ramp Sunday morning there was another club putting in with us. At takeoff I went to the flat and started casting, but when the other club took off at 6:15 about half the guys in the other club ran right by me, some within feet of the danger marker. I don’t know if they didn’t know what they were doing, or if they didn’t care, but it ruined my fishing.
I finally caught a keeper spot on a bluff bank 30 feet deep on a jig at 9:00 then got my second keeper at 2:30 on a shaky head on a seawall by a dock in only a foot of water.
It was a frustrating day!







