Two Young Fishermen Give Me Hope for the Future and Night Fishing Memories

This past Sunday I spent seven hours in a boat on West Point with Rob Boswell, his son Brent and Brent’s tournament teammate Dylan Thayer.  They provided me with information for my September Map of the Month article.

    Brent and Dylan won two high school tournaments at West Point during the past tournament year and both impressed me with their skill casting, knowledge of bass and use of electronics. Both just graduated and know more than I do after more than 60 years of bass fishing!

    The thing that impressed me most was the maturity, courtesy and manners of the two young men.  They worked hard trying to catch fish and never gave up. They never had a cross word for each other or me, even when I asked stupid questions.  I told Rob he had trained them right!

    Young men like those two give me hope for the future even on days when the news is full of the opposite kind of youth and adults.

    The day was miserably hot, with bright sun, dead calm wind, water temperature 90 degrees and the air even hotter. It reminded me of why I prefer fishing at night this time of year.

    One of my first night fishing memories is going to Raysville Bridge and fishing under it.  I heard fishing under there was good and even back then I got fired up, just knowing I could catch catfish, bream, crappie and bass. I spent hours getting my rod and reel ready.

    We got a bucket of minnows and walked the long causeway out to the bridge and got under it.  I was tired from the walk and soon got sleepy – and irritable.

    It seemed every cast got hung in the rocks and I had to break off and retie my line with sinker and hook.  And we never got a bite.

    Another memory is of daddy and how patient he usually was with me. We were camping at Elijah Clark State Park on Clarks Hill and could see the big Highway 378 Bridge a half mile across the water.

    We had rented and old wooden jon boat and paddles. I talked daddy into paddling me to the bridge to fish one night. We loaded up the boat with rods, reels, ice chest with drinks, snacks and rope to tie up with and daddy and I, mostly daddy, paddled us to the bridge.

    After tying up I got my rod and started to bait my hook, and there was no minnow bucket! I had forgotten to put it in the boat.  Daddy patiently untied, paddled us back to the campground, got the minnows and paddled us back to the bridge!

    I don’t remember getting a bite that night.

    When I started teaching school in 1972 I had summers off so I often spent a week at a time at our camper at Raysville Boat Club.  I would fish a lot at night, fishing from 6:00 PM to 9:00 AM and then sleep all day for a week at a time.

    A few nights I tied up under Raysville Bridge in my bass boat and fished for whatever would bite.  Two nights really stand out in my memory.

    One trip I planned on fishing all night so I carried food and drinks with me.  I tied up a few feet from a family in a big boat and we all sat there, catching a crappie or hybrid every once in a while.

    About the time I started getting hungry the woman in the boat beside me pulled out a big box of fried chicken. The smell wafting across to me made my mouth water.

    Although I ate my sardines and saltines, which I usually loved, they were just not that good that night. I kept hoping the family would offer me a piece of chicken. I even considered grabbing one of the bones they threw in the water and gnawing any tiny shred of meant left!

    Another night worked out better. There were a dozen boats tied under the bridge but no one was catching anything. It was frustrating, we could see big hybrids holding about five feet down under our lights and sucking in tiny young of the year shad.

    Drifting a shiner minnow in front of them did no good, they ignored it, the shad they were eating were no more than a half inch long.  I remembered the adage “match the hatch” and got an idea.

    I dug around in my tackle and found a black #6 long shank bream hook. I peeled some shiny foil off my pack of cigarettes and wrapped the shank the hook with it. When I dropped it down under a small split shot, the hybrids ate it!

    I think they saw the tiny glint of my foil and mistook it for a little shad. Whatever happened, I caught more than a dozen big hybrids and no one else ever caught one. That laughed at me when I told them the “bait” I was using, I guess they thought I was lying, and they never tried it.

    It’s a good idea to be flexible when fishing!!

Big Bite Debuts New Sensation Fuzzy Stick

  • Big Bite Debuts New Sensation Fuzzy Stick, it looks weird but catches fish
  • By The Fishing Wire

Irving, TX – The Big Bite 4″ Scentsation Fuzzy Stick is creepy, crawly, and killer on bass. Featuring “fuzzy” appendages that are designed to drive fish crazy, the Scentsation Fuzzy Stick is truly unique and already has a proven track record.

“I first started using the Scentsation Fuzzy Stick at the St. Lawrence River tournament last year, which I won,” explains Big Bite pro Michael Neal, referencing his 2024 victory on the Bass Pro Tour. “It’s a bait that can mimic a variety of forage such as shad, bluegill, gobies, and crawfish. It’s all dependent on the color selection.”

The Scentsation Fuzzy Stick also shines in a variety of different techniques. “It can be fished a lot of different ways as well, including on a drop shot, nail weight, or Ned rig,” says Neal. “I feel like the bait shines on pressured fish that need a different profile to react. The skirt material is almost constantly moving with the water, so it looks much different than anything we currently have in the Big Bite lineup.”

Featuring Scentsation technology designed for bigger and longer bites, the Big Bite Scentsation Fuzzy Stick is available in 6 proven colors and comes 5 per pack. 

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Locusts and Cicadas and A Sinclair Tournament

    Momma’s parents lived on a small farm in Thomson until grandaddy died when I was six years old.  I have a few memories of visiting there even at that young age.

    There was a small barn for the milk cow and a tiny pasture for her, a hog pen where a couple of hogs were raised to butcher, a small chicken coop for eggs and meat and a big garden. Behind the barn was a pine thicket I loved to explore.

    Every trip I could find “locust” shells on the pine trees.  I put locust in quotation marks because later I found out they were really cicadas, a totally different bug. Locust like in the bible are just grasshoppers that cause terrible problems when they swarm.  Fortunately we don’t have locusts in the Southeast US.

    We do have cicadas.  The adult female lays up to 400 eggs on branches and twigs that hatch into nymphs that look pretty much like the adults without wings. They immediately dig underground to suck sap from plant roots.

    This stage is interesting. There are about 3000 species of cicadas and they are divided into 23 “broods” in the US. Those broods’ nymphs live underground for two to 21 years! 

    When they are ready to molt they come out of the ground and climb up trees and bushes.  The nymph sheds its exoskeleton, the shell I found on the pine trees, and the winged adult comes out.  It then mates and starts the cycle over again.

    When broods emerge there may be thousands of adults looking for mates. When there is a big emergence, you can hear a humming sound for miles as the males flex their rib tymbals to make the “song” and females answer by rubbing their wings together.

    The adults may live for six weeks before they die, so we often hear the “song” for weeks at a time.  Around here, brood XIX, the Great Southern Brood, emerges every 13 years. They last emerged in 2011 so they will emerge again next summer.

    One strong memory I have of the 2011 cicadas is a tournament at Lake Sinclair.  I fished for several hours without a bite while listening to the hum of the cicadas all around. Dead adult bugs littered the water surface.

    When I looked at one closely I realized it had a red hue. I knew all fish that could get them in their mouth, from carp to bass, gorged on them, so I put a red worm on my Carolina rig and caught two or three bass after switching colors!

    I have read that about the only time you can catch carp on a fly rod on top is during a brood emergence.  Carp will feast on the floating bodies and a dry fly imitating them, with a little red or orange in it, will catch them if placed in front of a rubber lipped mudsucker eating the bugs.

    All this came to mind when I found a cicada shell on the post of my garage.  I guess that one got confused and I bet it never found a mate!

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    Last Sunday 12 members of the Spalding County Sportsman Club fished our July tournament at Sinclair. After casting from 6:00 AM to 1:00 PM we brought 38 largemouth weighing about 66 pounds to the scales. There were four five bass limits and one member did not catch a keeper.

    Raymond English won with five weighing 12.48 pounds and got big fish with a 5.96 pound largemouth that almost broke our six-pound pot. My five at 10.87 pounds was second, Jay Gerson came in third with five at 7.29 pounds and Lee Hancock came in fourth with five weighing 6.63 pounds.

    I had an exciting start, catching three nice keepers, including a 3.06 largemouth, on a topwater frog around a grass bed the first 30 minutes. When a bass slams a frog working through grass the bite thrills me then I get hyper trying to get the bass out of the grass and into the boat.

    The bite slowed way down and I caught two small keepers on a Trick worm worked weightless in grass, filling my limit by 7:45.  Then I culled one with a two pounder that hit a jig.

    Punching grass means using a very heavy rod and strong line with a one ounce or heavier sinker in front of a plastic bait like a Fighting Frog.  You get your boat in close and drop the heavy weight into the grass where it “punches” through. A bass in the grass will often suck the bait in as it falls the foot or so to the bottom.

    The heavy outfit wears out my weak arms and I have to sit down to fish and that makes it more difficult, so I do not do it much. But I keep a rod rigged and ready just in case. About 10:00 I picked it up and the first punch caught a 2.5-pound bass, culling my smallest one. But although I wore my arm out for over an hour punching, I never got another bite!

Virginia’s Five Best Lesser-Known Smallmouth Waters


Go To Virginia’s Five Best Lesser-Known Smallmouth Waters for great catches

  • Virginia’s Five Best Lesser-Known Smallmouth Waters

By Dr. Peter Brookes

Photos by Dr. Peter Brookes

When folks talk about places to fish for Virginia’s stupendous smallmouth bass, you hear a lot of the same river names over and over again: the New, South Fork of the Shenandoah, the James, and the Rappahannock. Not that there’s anything wrong with that–these are great rivers for smallies (and other fish species).

Indeed, because of the likes of the New, ‘Doah, the Big Jim, and the Rapp–among other waters–Virginia is easily one of the top 10 smallmouth fishing states in the country; possibly even in the top five. That’s saying something when you’re up against the likes of the northern states that border the Great Lakes Basin.

But, there are a number of other rivers in the Old Dominion besides the Big Four that are definitely worthy of your smallmouth angling attention this year, especially as fishing for bronzebacks heats up with the weather.

If you’re new to smallie fishing, they’re a great game fish for a lot of reasons. These green-brown boulder beasts are aggressive, pull hard and often jump when hooked, aren’t too picky about flies, lures, or presentation, and are famous for their strikes on the water’s surface.

A photo of a boy holding up a smallmouth bass and smiling with a river behind him.

Smallies are a great choice for new anglers to target.

You won’t forget seeing the first time a smallie goes airborne to inhale some unsuspecting flying insect. The bronzeback’s willingness to play as well as the quantity and quality (i,e., 11-inch plus) of them across the Old Dominion make them a great fish for the novice fly fisher or conventional angling, beginning their lifetime of angling adventure.

With that in mind, here are five of the best of the less-celebrated waters for Virginia smallies that you may want to wet a line in this summer:

North Fork of the Shenandoah River

Everyone talks about smallie fishing on the South Fork of the Shenandoah River–and rightfully so, it’s a great fishery. But the North Fork is also worthy of attention for smallies. The North Fork in Shenandoah County holds good quantity and good quality bronzebacks, especially in the middle section near Woodstock and Edinburg and the lower section near Strasburg before it joins with the Main Stem near Front Royal.

The scenic North Fork, which meanders through the Northern Shenandoah Valley, offers riffle pool sequences, opportunities for wading and floating, and less pressure than its cousin on the opposite side of Massanutten Mountain, the South Fork. Possible smallmouth bycatches in the North Fork include: largemouth bass, channel catfish, panfish, or the occasional muskellunge (musky).

A pretty photo of a river taken from the middle of the water, with trees lining the banks.

The North Fork Shenandoah River

Maury River

In Rockbridge County, the Maury receives clean, cold water from the mountains through Goshen Pass on a 40-mile run before disappearing into the mighty James River. The upper section is mostly a (stocked) brown and rainbow trout fishery. In the middle and lower sections, the water warms, creating ideal smallie habitat. The river also has lots of structure (e.g., ledges and boulders), which provide ample ambush points for these piscatorial predators.

Pressure on the Maury is lighter than on the Big Jim due to it’s less-celebrated status as a smallmouth waterway. It has both wadeable and floatable sections. (Spring is best for floating). Expect bronzebacks in the 7-13-inch range with numbers of quality fish increasing.

Not a smallie on your line in the Maury? It could be a panfish, rock bass, or carp; less likely, but possible, is a musky or flathead catfish.

Rivanna River

In Albemarle county, this river near Charlottesville is probably best known as a recreational waterway for tubing and kayaking. But this often-overlooked fishery offers good quantity and good quality smallmouth bass fishing. Designated Virginia’s first scenic river, the Rivanna–a shortened version of “River Anna,” named after an English Queen–flows for 40-plus miles before it disappears into the James River. It’s sometimes historically known as “Mr. (Thomas) Jefferson’s River.”

The Rivanna is known for its deep pools and rock gardens; it’s  both floatable and wadeable with some convenient shoals for wading anglers. Expect the river to offer up lots of smallies in the 8-13 inch range with reports of an occasional trophy-size fish (i.e., 20-inches or 5-lbs.).

While angling the Rivanna, you might also hook into: largemouth bass, panfish, fallfish, crappie, rock bass, and channel cats.

A photo of a smallmouth bass fish being held up out of the water with a fly in its mouth.

A Rivanna River bronzeback.

Clinch River

Located in Southwest Virginia, the Clinch is considered one of the most biodiverse rivers in North America–and perhaps the world–with a large variety of aquatic life (e.g., mussels) and non-game fish species (e.g., darters and minnows). If that’s not enough, the Clinch also has more species of fish than any other Virginia river.

Mostly known as a top-notch tailwater trout fishery downstream in Tennessee, the Clinch offers deep pools and rocky runs for smallies on the Virginia side of the border. The one-time stomping grounds of Daniel Boone are scenic and offer low fishing pressure. The river has good fishing access, with wadeable and floatable sections. (Good news: It’s generally floatable all summer). The Clinch provides good quantity and good quality smallmouth bass fishing; expect smallies in the 10-16 inch range with an occasional citation-size fish.

Besides solid smallmouth fishing, smallie bycatches in the Clinch include musky, walleye (a native Virginia strain), rock bass, and panfish.

Rapidan River

waterway usually known for its upper section in Shenandoah National Park that includes top-notch brook trout fishing and historic Camp Hoover, the lower Rapidan in Culpeper County offers excellent smallmouth fishing. The river is both floatable and wadeable, with good structure and clear water. This often passed-over warmwater fishery provides great sight-fishing opportunities for bronzebacks before it eventually dumps into the Rappahannock.

A trophy smallie is possible, but if the tug on your line isn’t a bronzeback in the Rapidan, it might be a largemouth, panfish, rock bass, fallfish, cat–or even a juvenile striped bass that has migrated up from the tidal reaches below Fredericksburg.

Other Virginia smallmouth rivers could have easily made this list such as the North Fork of the Holston, the Staunton, the Powell, the North Fork and South Fork of the Anna, Shenandoah Main Stem, and the lower Jackson River. The point is that Virginia has a lot of superb smallmouth bass fishing in big and small rivers across the state, so if you haven’t already gotten your Virginia freshwater fishing license, you can get it right now online here.

Overshadowed by bigger-name smallie rivers, these less-celebrated waterways offer not only great fishing, but because they’re often overlooked, they can put you on the fish while being away from the crowds. That’s what I call a dog days of summer good deal.


Dr. Peter Brookes is an award-winning, Virginia outdoor writer at Brookes Outdoors. Connect at Brookesoutdoors@aol.com.

Is It Too Hot To Fish and Two Summer Tournaments

I have never said “it’s too hot to go fishing!”  But sometimes I wonder about my sanity.

    When I was a teacher and school administrator I had the summers off. The days I was not in graduate school I went fishing. No matter how hot. But I had several ways to cool off.

    My favorite was fishing at night.  It’s much cooler, the fish bite better and there is less boat traffic.  Back in the 70s and 80s I seldom saw or heard another boat on the lake.  Now there is enough boat traffic, especially drunk boat drivers and others that do not know how to drive a boat, that it is dangerous out there in the dark.

    The Sportsman Club and Flint River fished night tournaments for years. Nighttime is about the only time you can fish Jackson Lake and some others on weekend days.  But we quit fishing them a few years ago due to concerns of some members.

    One of my most memorial night trips happened on Labor Day weekend in the 1980s. Linda went out with me late in the afternoon and as it got dark we continued to cast.

    That was one of the darkest nights I have even seen. Overcast clouds hid the stars and there was no moon. On Clarks Hill no boat docks or shoreline lights in Germany Creek offer any light.  I literally could not see my hand a foot from my face.  The boat running lights were off since we were about 40 feet off the bank and could have heard another boat coming a long way off.

    We were fishing a deep rocky bank. We knew our dark Texas rigged plastic worms were in the water when a cast produced a splash.  As she worked her worm Linda said “I think I got a bite!” When I said “set the hook” the boat rocked and she almost yelled “its big one!”

    We heard the fish jump a couple of times making huge splashs but could see nothing.  I felt around and got the net and stuck in over the side of the boat, wondering what I was going to do.  I thought about getting the flashlight but knew a sudden light would make the fish fight even harder.

    Suddenly the water exploded right beside the boat and the fish jumped into the net!  No skill on my part needed. That seven-pound, ten-ounce bass hangs on the wall in my home office.

    Another night at Clarks Hill Linda’s parents were visiting and they decided to go out with me while I fished after dark. After about an hour they started talking about going in. I said I wanted to fish one more place, some riprap not too far from the boat club.

    The first hour fishing it I caught five bass.  When I caught my sixth one my mother-in-law said “oh no he got another one, he will never take us in.” After that I decided I better go in even if the fish were biting!

    I miss night fishing but will put up with the heat in tournaments since I don’t have a choice.

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    Two weeks ago the heat kept all but two of us home in the Flint River Club tournament at Sinclair. Zane and I started at 6:00. At 7:00 I had caught three small keepers, two on a frog and one on a Texas rigged worm.

    I caught my fourth keeper before 8:00 on a small jig but did not catch my fifth keeper until 1:30!  I did catch a seven-pound blue cat that gave me a thrill.

    My five at 6.6 pounds won. Zane had three weighing 5.05 for second and his 2.87 pound largemouth was big fish.

    Last Saturday 17 members of the Potato Creek Bassmasters fished West Point for our July tournament.  After fishing from 5:45 until 2:00 we brought in 22 keeper bass weighing about 35 pounds.  There was one five bass limit and eight people did not land a keeper.

    Caleb Delay won with three bass weighing 6.63 pounds and his 3.35 pound largemouth was big fish.  Glenn Anderson had the only limit and came in second with 6.30 pounds.  Kenny Delay was third with four weighing 6.20 pounds and my three weighing 4.63 pounds rounded out the top four.

    It was very slow fishing. I caught all three of my keeper bass in shallow water with no cover, places I call nothing places. I cast to them just to “keep my bait wet” when going between places I want to cast.

    Sometimes I do get lucky.

How To Post-Spawn Through Summer Smallies

  • Post-Spawn Through Summer Smallies
  • By The Fishing Wire

Whitewater Fishing B.A.S.S. tournament pro, Alex Redwine, talks fishing the transition period

Muskegon, MI – On most waters, smallmouth bass have either transitioned from post-spawn into summer behavior – or are already in summer mode. Smallmouth bass will spawn in water temperatures between 58 and 70 degrees – and water temps are steadily rising, especially with recent warm spells. 

What better way to figure out a program for tracking transition period smallies than talk to a pro angler, in this case, Whitewater Fishing B.A.S.S. tournament pro, Alex Redwine. 

Having spent the last week fishing Lake St. Clair, Redwine was thrown into exactly this situation: Where are the bass now that they finished up the spawn? Many anglers are facing the same situation, so we quizzed him on recent and current on-the-water experience fighting the good fight.  

“This part of June can always be a tricky time of year. Smallies are just getting off their beds and they get less grouped up as they start moving to their summertime spots,” said Redwine. 

“There might be a few leftover fish, but 90% of them are done spawning. They’re in transition and aren’t 100% feeding up yet because the summer water temperatures in a lot of cases haven’t arrived.” 

On St. Clair, Redwine found shallow water temps around 69-70 degrees and out a little deeper, in the 62- to 64-degree range. He felt like the deeper water had to warm up more before the fish would really start feeding, as well as the shallower waters warming up a little bit more to get them to start pulling out. 

Where to look? Redwine worked both shallower and in-between depths looking for fish, as well as hitting transition spots like points where fish will often group up. 

He also discovered a mayfly hatch, something he urges anglers to watch for in late June across the Upper Midwest. “After the spawn, the fish are pretty skinny and wanting to feed up, so if you can find where the mayflies are hatching, you can intercept them feeding on the carcasses, even if they haven’t moved entirely deep to feed up on baitfish.”

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Top Presentations

“During this transition period, the first thing I’ll do is throw a 3- to 4-inch swimbait – like a Keitech – something I can cover a lot of water with. The fish can be really spread out during this period but still aggressive, so this is a perfect bait for putting the gas on the trolling motor.”

Redwine says that covering real estate with a swimbait allows him to find out where fish might be starting to group up. 

Then, if he gains confidence in an area, Redwine will put the swimbait rod down and pick up a Ned Rig or dropshot rod and really dial into an area. 

Dialing into gear, Redwine throws swimbaits and Ned Rigs on a 7-foot medium-power, fast-action rod with a 2500 or 3000 size reel and 10- or 15-pound braid depending on how rocky and snagging the terrain is – which he terminates to either an 8- or 10-pound fluoro leader. 

“On St. Clair, the bass will spawn anywhere from 3 to 10 feet of water – and the depth in the middle is 18 to 20 feet – so I caught most of my fish targeting that 9- to 14-foot range because there were still some fish that weren’t fully out deep.” 

For anglers stuck in this predicament right now, Redwine suggests mapping where you think the smallmouth spawned and then draw out paths from there – first stops for where the fish will move post-spawn, like a secondary point coming out of a pocket or creek.

“Obviously, you need to intercept them on that path from their spawning site to deeper waters,” noted Redwine. “It can take a lot of looking around.” 

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Smallie Summer Mode

Redwine says when the water temp in shallower and mid-depths reaches about 75 degrees is when smallmouth bass have transitioned to summer mode and head deeper collectively. That’s when he’ll start fishing deeper, relying heavily on his electronics, and fishing four basic ways – Ned Rig, shakey head, FFS minnow, or topwater. 

“And not only is it a water temperature thing that pushes the bass out deeper,” noted Redwine. “They’re following baitfish that are leaving shallower spots and taking up residence over deeper water. Follow the food, find the fish.”

Redwine added that not all his deeper water summer smallie fishing is in no man’s land. A lot of times he’s looking for the shade of deeper banks near shore where the fish will congregate. 

“In terms of presentations, my summertime smallie confidence bait is a shaky head. Seems like when the fishing gets tougher, I can always rely on it to put fish in the boat. The other thing is fishing topwaters over the bait high in the water column. When the bass really want to feed up after the spawn you can do some serious damage with a popper or walking bait.” 

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Stay Comfortable

To follow—and catch—smallies the entire open-water season, an angler must be prepared for cold, snow, rain, and then heat. Redwine says he starts off in the early spring in the Great Lakes Pro Insulated Jacket and Bib, which gives him “excellent range of movement” and “isn’t bulky for how warm it is.”

Then, as spring wears on, he’s never without his Great Lakes Pro Jacket and Bib in case of routine wet, cool, and drizzly weather. 

“I’ve put that stuff away for the season, but have been living in my Whitewater Rays Performance Hoodie with the built-in gaiter that protects my face and neck—as well as the rest of me from UV while being in the sun all day. For the same reason, I’m wearing the Prevail Pants to protect my legs. And it’s all super breathable and cool.”

Looking Ahead

Currently on break from B.A.S.S., but looking at two events in August, Redwine has been fishing “a lot of local stuff” and has his fingers crossed to qualify for the 2026 Bassmaster Classic. Whitewater continues to root for the young gunslinger and thanks him for sharing a few tips to catch more smallmouth bass in this time of post-spawn to summer transition. 

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Growing Up Wild In Georgia In the Hot Summertime

    I was born at Athens General Hospital a few months after daddy graduated from UGA and got a job teaching agriculture at Dearing High School. He also bought the small farm where I grew up, starting a business that would grow into 11,000 laying hens and selling eggs to most stores in the area.

    The old farmhouse had an oil burning heater in front of the closed-up fireplace.  That was the only heat in the house so winter evenings meant everyone gathering in that room to talk and stay somewhat warm.  Bedtime meant burrowing down under thick homemade quilts.

    Its tin room made summer showers a symphony of lulling sounds.  No air conditioning meant open screen windows, flies in the house all summer and fans in every room.

    The house sat on rock pilings that were picked up on the farm and stacked without mortar.  If you looked closely you could see the ax marks on the hand hewn floor beams.  One end of the house sat about four feet off the sloping ground but the other end was only a few inches off the ground.

    The crawl space was a favorite place to play in the summer during the day since it was the coolest place available.  Under there doodle bug traps dotted the dry dusty soil.  Spiders were everywhere. And it was not unusual to confront the king snake that lived under there keeping us safe from poisonous snakes.

    One of the best features was the wide porch that ran the entire length of the front of the house. Almost all summer evenings had us sitting out there shelling butterbeans and black-eyed peas. 

    The porch was also a gathering place on weekends when friends or family dropped by.  It was not unusual for someone driving by to stop for a glass of sweet tea and discussions about weather, crops, children and other important issues.

    There were not many other kids my age in the area. I started 1st grade at Dearing Elementary – one end of the same school building as Dearing High – with 25 in my class. That included every child my age in that half of McDuffie County.  But on weekends it was not unusual to have cousins near my age visiting.

    We spent the evenings playing while the adults sat on the porch.  I had a big sandbox and we built castles and tunnels in it.  The sand was dug by hand and transported by pickup from the aptly named Sand Hill Road. Catching toad frogs was an every night occurrence and we played with them like pets.

    We designed our sandcastles and tunnels for them and put quart glass jars on tunnel ends for windows to see them. We also caught fireflies and either put them in a jar or fed them to the toads, watching the light blink inside the toads stomach for some time.

    Rolling a roll-up bug in front of a toad usually resulted in a quick tongue flick and a missing bug.  They would eat anything moving in front of them so the Mark Twain story “The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County” made sense to me when I read it.

    I remember one night getting furious when an older cousin took one of my frogs and chased a vising neighbor girl up the road with it. We could hear her screams for what seemed like miles.  But they were both interestingly quiet walking back! Turns out he was old enough to be much more interested in girls than frogs!

    We had a big wooden platform near the porch where we often cut a cold watermelon.  Mama had a big kitchen butcher knife and it was used to split the delicious cooling treat.

    The adults used knives to slice mouth size chunks of wet, red, juice-dripping joy but we kids picked up our slice and buried our face in it. We were messy but happy!

    When I was about 12 I talked mama into letting me use the big butcher knife to slice and eat my watermelon. And we both learned, I was too young to use it. For some reason after I finished I thought it would be a good idea to stab the rind with the knife.

    When I did, the knife stopped when it hit the wood under the rind. But my hand did not. Slick from juice, is slide down the handle and on down the blade.

    I can still see my hand as I opened it and saw the red gap running across my palm filling with blood.  It was quickly wrapped and I was taken to the hospital emergency room eight miles away for my first experience with stitches.

    Although growing up wild in Georgia was rough and resulted in many injuries, I survived!

    I was born at Athens General Hospital a few months after daddy graduated from UGA and got a job teaching agriculture at Dearing High School. He also bought the small farm where I grew up, starting a business that would grow into 11,000 laying hens and selling eggs to most stores in the area.

    The old farmhouse had an oil burning heater in front of the closed-up fireplace.  That was the only heat in the house so winter evenings meant everyone gathering in that room to talk and stay somewhat warm.  Bedtime meant burrowing down under thick homemade quilts.

    Its tin room made summer showers a symphony of lulling sounds.  No air conditioning meant open screen windows, flies in the house all summer and fans in every room.

    The house sat on rock pilings that were picked up on the farm and stacked without mortar.  If you looked closely you could see the ax marks on the hand hewn floor beams.  One end of the house sat about four feet off the sloping ground but the other end was only a few inches off the ground.

    The crawl space was a favorite place to play in the summer during the day since it was the coolest place available.  Under there doodle bug traps dotted the dry dusty soil.  Spiders were everywhere. And it was not unusual to confront the king snake that lived under there keeping us safe from poisonous snakes.

    One of the best features was the wide porch that ran the entire length of the front of the house. Almost all summer evenings had us sitting out there shelling butterbeans and black-eyed peas. 

    The porch was also a gathering place on weekends when friends or family dropped by.  It was not unusual for someone driving by to stop for a glass of sweet tea and discussions about weather, crops, children and other important issues.

    There were not many other kids my age in the area. I started 1st grade at Dearing Elementary – one end of the same school building as Dearing High – with 25 in my class. That included every child my age in that half of McDuffie County.  But on weekends it was not unusual to have cousins near my age visiting.

    We spent the evenings playing while the adults sat on the porch.  I had a big sandbox and we built castles and tunnels in it.  The sand was dug by hand and transported by pickup from the aptly named Sand Hill Road. Catching toad frogs was an every night occurrence and we played with them like pets.

    We designed our sandcastles and tunnels for them and put quart glass jars on tunnel ends for windows to see them. We also caught fireflies and either put them in a jar or fed them to the toads, watching the light blink inside the toads stomach for some time.

    Rolling a roll-up bug in front of a toad usually resulted in a quick tongue flick and a missing bug.  They would eat anything moving in front of them so the Mark Twain story “The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County” made sense to me when I read it.

    I remember one night getting furious when an older cousin took one of my frogs and chased a vising neighbor girl up the road with it. We could hear her screams for what seemed like miles.  But they were both interestingly quiet walking back! Turns out he was old enough to be much more interested in girls than frogs!

    We had a big wooden platform near the porch where we often cut a cold watermelon.  Mama had a big kitchen butcher knife and it was used to split the delicious cooling treat.

    The adults used knives to slice mouth size chunks of wet, red, juice-dripping joy but we kids picked up our slice and buried our face in it. We were messy but happy!

    When I was about 12 I talked mama into letting me use the big butcher knife to slice and eat my watermelon. And we both learned, I was too young to use it. For some reason after I finished I thought it would be a good idea to stab the rind with the knife.

    When I did, the knife stopped when it hit the wood under the rind. But my hand did not. Slick from juice, is slide down the handle and on down the blade.

    I can still see my hand as I opened it and saw the red gap running across my palm filling with blood.  It was quickly wrapped and I was taken to the hospital emergency room eight miles away for my first experience with stitches.

    Although growing up wild in Georgia was rough and resulted in many injuries, I survived!

THE HOG DOWN AWARDS PROGRAM COULD BRING REWARDS YOUR WAY

In Georgia, THE HOG DOWN AWARDS PROGRAM COULD BRING REWARDS YOUR WAY

SOCIAL CIRCLE, Ga. (June 26, 2025) – Feral hogs spread disease and cause extensive damage to wildlife habitat and agricultural crops. Trapping to remove large groups is the most efficient way to combat this destructive species, according to the Georgia Department of Natural Resources’ (DNR) Wildlife Resources Division. And now, thanks to a new program, you can potentially win a big-value prize for participating in the Hog Down Awards Program!

“If you talk to almost any landowner, regardless of acreage size, I bet they can tell you a story about the destructive nature of feral hogs on their property and how they regret not taking action sooner and more often against them,” said DNR Wildlife Resources Division Director Ted Will. “And, while hunting is an effective way to remove small numbers of hogs, whole sounder trapping is your best bet to make a dent in the actual population on your property. You can remove much greater numbers of animals at a time, and at less effort.”

Whole sounder trapping, the removal of an entire group, is the most efficient technique to remove hogs. However, traps designed for this purpose require a significant upfront investment (up to $3,500 per trap or more). 

To reward significant hog control efforts and arm individuals with better tools, the Georgia DNR has developed the Hog Down Awards Program. Through this pilot program, DNR will award 20 hog traps (5 traps each quarter) valued at approximately $3,500 to randomly selected participants who submit a successful entry. Rules and details are subject to change.

Some Basic Program Details:

  • Participants must lawfully kill a minimum of 10 feral hogs during the quarter.
  • Photos of hogs required for submission (photos must be taken with a smart phone or camera capable of including location and with time/date enabled).
  • Random drawings for five traps will be held at the end of each quarter (July-September, October-December, January-March, April-June).
  • Only Georgia residents may enter.

Feral hogs are a non-native invasive species that can multiply faster than any other similarly sized mammal and cause an estimated $150M+ in damage to Georgia’s agriculture, forestry, and wildlife habitat annually. They can destroy a field overnight. They carry a number of diseases, which can spread to livestock, pets, wildlife, and humans. In addition to issues affecting personal property, feral hogs can devastate natural resources that are critical for native wildlife.

For full program rules and details and entry link, visit GeorgiaWildlife.com/HogDownAwardsProgram.

Growing Up Wild In Georgia Building Things

    Growing up wild in Georgia for me meant living on a small 15-acre farm. We had 11,000 laying hens and that was our main business, selling eggs to local stores. We delivered to small mom and pop country stores that sold a few dozen each week up to the local A&P and Winn Dixie where we delivered about 30 cases of 30 dozen each, twice a week.

    We also raised hogs for the market, with a farrowing house for a dozen sows to the shelter where the pigs were fattened up for market, usually about 60 at a time. 

    For years we had two or three milk cows and I grew up drinking “raw” milk and eating “clabber,” which I found out was homemade yogurt when I went to college.    We had two ponies for my brother and I to ride and we cut hay from the field for the horses and cows. And we had a huge garden every year and mom spent hours so we could eat canned and frozen vegetables all winter.

    Although there was some kind of work to do on the farm every day during the summer, I spent many hours building tree houses and huts in the woods with my friends Harold and Hal.  They ranged from simple platforms with two or three boards nailed to branches somewhat parallel to the ground to elaborate sleeping structures in the trees.

    We often labored for hours dragging boards, hammers and nails to the selected tree. Many of my tree houses were built with old barn boards from one we tore down when I was about six years old. And many of my nails were straightened after being pulled from those boards.

    My friend Harold’s parents owned a planer where trees were cut into rough planks then planed down to smooth building wood. When Harold was involved, we had access to good wood, sometimes rough cut but often planed boards that were culled for some reason, usually a bend in them. But they worked great for treehouse and huts.

    We built a huge – to us – platform in a big pine in the woods behind Harold’s house.  It was about 200 yards from the back of his barn where the road access ended.   It was about 12 feet square and so high we put side boards around it to make sure we didn’t fall out. That was the only one we ever did that, all the others were low enough they didn’t scare us.

    We spend a lot of hard work pulling boards up with a rope then nailing them in place.  One time we carried our sleeping bags to the tree planning on sleeping way up there but chickened out and slept on the ground under the tree.

    That made us decide we needed a structure on the ground.  Someone had the bright idea to build a prefab hut and carry the walls and roof down in sections rather than make multiple trips with individual boards.

    That was not a great idea. The three room walls were about five feet square and the top a little bigger to overhand the front.  They were heavy!  It probably took us longer dragging each one a few feet and stopping to catch our breaths than it would have taken to haul individual boards to the site.

    Harold, Hal and I spent a few nights sleeping in that hut.  But we ended up with so much stuff like dry firewood, emergency canned food, matches in a jar and other essentials for wilderness living inside we eventually had to put up our pup tents to camp and just use the hut for storage.

    My favorite tree house was in a pecan tree in front of our house on Iron Hill Road.  It was beside the ditch so only a few feet from the road. And it was very simple, three or four short boards nailed between limbs of a fork that ran out toward the road. 

    Short boards nailed to the tree trunk made my ladder to get to it.  That platform was just big enough for me to sit with my back against the tree or lie on my stomach and read.  I usually had a cool breeze and was well hidden from the people in the cars that I watched as they rode by. 

    Many deer stands now are more complex and detailed than our tree houses back then. But they served our purpose of a place in nature to get away from everything.  My parents were far from “helicopter” parents. As long as I got my chores done I was free to roam until supper time, and I did almost every day.

    I am afraid those kinds of days are mostly gone for most kids.

Will Segar Line Help You Catch Panfish That Are Delish: Catch & Cook

Panfish Delish: Catch & Cook

One of the most accessible groups of fish across the country are the various panfish species. They can be found just about everywhere and are generally prolific and tons of fun for all ages to target. Bluegill, crappie, perch, and other similar species are also some of freshwater’s best-tasting fish.

Two popular fishing guides, Western New York’s Capt. Joe Fonzi and Wisconsin’s Jeff Evans each spend a good portion of their seasons guiding for panfish, which end up making an excellent meal for their clients. Both shared insight into their favorite species, how to catch them, and their secrets for cooking the best-tasting fish.

It’s Crappie for Evans

Evans began with a borderline sacrilegious statement about his preferred fish to eat in a walleye-crazed state like Wisconsin. His choice is the crappie.

“I’ve told people I would trade a walleye for a crappie every day, especially fresh crappie; it’s hard to beat,” he said. “I love eating crappie, and they are so much fun to catch. After they spawn and transition to the deeper weed edges and weedy points, they will usually be in those places until they head to the basins in the fall.”

Targeting weed lines, Evans said it’s hard to beat a small 1.5-inch tube jig on a slip bobber. “It’s tried and true, we probably catch 90 percent of our crappies that way,” he said. “We try all sorts of colors but always seem to come back to pink and white. This rig is something we use all season long; it’s a super versatile way to fish because you can easily adjust your bobber for the depth.”

Evans also likes the rig for its ease of use in all weather conditions. “It’s great because if you have a breezy day, the waves will give the bait for the action you need, and then when it’s calm, you can pull the rod and get the action,” he said. “It keeps the bait right in front of the fish.”

Fishing lightweight 1/32 and 1/64-ounce heads can be tricky to keep the bait down, so Evans has learned to add a 1/8-ounce egg sinker a foot above the bait and connect his mainline and leader to a barrel swivel. 

“That’s a great way to keep your bait below the surface, but it also helps with casting so you don’t tangle the slip bobber as much,” he said. “I like to use a 1/8-ounce Thill Wobble bobber and adjust the slip to the weight. For my mainline, I like 15 lb Seaguar Smackdown in the Flash Green color. It casts incredibly far and is good at holding the slip knot in place.”

Evans utilizes a 12-inch section of Seaguar Gold Label fluorocarbon leader material between the barrel swivel and tube jig. “6 lb is perfect for crappie because it’s such a thin diameter and gives you a nice natural finesse presentation for your jig,” he said.

Early and Late Season Perch

Primarily fishing Lake Erie out of Buffalo, New York, Capt. Fonzi is a well-accomplished smallmouth bass angler and a premier trophy bass guide, but perch are also a big part of his guiding business. 

“Perch are the main target for me in April and then again in September and October,” said Fonzi. “Both times of year are in the same areas and deep; in the spring, our fish will spawn as deep as 50 feet of water, which most people don’t realize,” he said. “They come into those areas again in the fall and will stay there all winter until we pick back up the next spring.”

These areas that he’s looking for are breaks and depth changes. “In most lakes, perch spawn on the edge of weeds, but we don’t have that in Erie, and instead, they use the rocks and vertical structure of the depth changes,” he said. “They’ll use these same areas in the fall to feed up on baby gobies. Those elevation changes hold tons of baitfish, and the perch gorge on them and eat like pigs.”

Targeting depths around the 50-foot range, Fonzi’s most productive setup is a double drop-shot rig with either live shiners or small soft plastic baits.  

“What works well is a 4-inch Yamamoto Senko cut in half; they eat the heck out of those in the white colors or chartreuse with gold flake,” he said. “I like to use as light of a drop-shot weight as possible and will start with a 5/8-ounce weight but will adjust if I need to based on the wind and waves. I’ll also adjust my leader length on the hooks based on how the fish act; some days, the first hook could be only a few inches above the weight, and other times, it could be higher if the fish are suspended chasing baitfish.”

His line setup is a 10 lb Seaguar Smackdown braid and a leader of 10 lb Gold Label fluorocarbon. “We may get a few more bites with a lighter 6 or 8 lb leader, but fishing this way, you run into a lot of big walleye and bass as well, which gives me some added strength to land those as well,” he said. “The other thing you run into is constantly swinging two jumbo perch at the same into the boat over and over, which can stress your line, so the heavier leader helps and won’t break.”

Cooking Your Catch

When targeting crappie, Evans is cautious and limits how many he and his clients bring home each trip to protect the fishery. He’s a fan of a good old-fashioned fish fry and has narrowed it down to how many filets it typically takes to feed each person in attendance.

“It’s hard to beat fried crappie, and it always seems to work about four filets per person since some won’t eat that many, and others will eat more,” he said. “Having a fish fry at the end of the day is a great way to celebrate your day on the water, but I also don’t take too many because our lakes can be susceptible to overharvesting, especially with all of our new technology for electronics. I never take more than ten fish home, even though the limits are much higher.”

Every lake is a little different in size, but Evans says generally, crappie between 8 and 11 inches are perfect for a fish fry, and he’ll release the bigger ones. One trick he learned to get great-tasting fish is to utilize hot sauce.

“If you dip the filets in Frank’s Red Hot and then coat them in whatever crumbs you prefer to use right before going into the hot oil, they taste incredible,” he said. “It’s not too spicy after they are cooked, but the flavor is incredible.”

Fonzi prepares his perch in many ways, but one of his most often requested meals is fried perch sandwiches. “I like to mix either House Autry, Shore Lunch, or Uncle Buck’s fish fry seasoning half and half with Italian-style breadcrumbs,” he said. “Then I’ll enhance the mix with some Romano cheese, extra Italian seasoning, or garlic powder. Then, I’ll dip the filets in egg and place them into that mixture. It helps fill the voids in the filets, and they turn out crispy and crunchy when you fry them.”

He finishes the sandwich with a slice of American cheese and homemade tartar sauce made of Miracle Whip, relish, and lemon pepper as the dressing on top. 

Catching panfish is always a good time as you can often get into large numbers and catch them quickly. The reward for catching them is an excellent meal at the end of the day, and their great-tasting filets keep anglers returning for more.

Seaguar Smackdown braid is available in high visibility Flash Green and low visibility Stealth Gray. It is available in 150- and 300-yard spools in sizes ranging from 10 to 65 lb tests.

Seaguar Gold Label Fluorocarbon leader is available in 25- and 50-yard spools in 2, 4, 6, 8, 10 & 12 lb tests for freshwater use, complementing the 15, 20, 25, 30, 40, 50, 60, and 80 lb test leaders available for saltwater.