Southern Pleasures II

This is Bridge Creek (a muddy, full Bridge Creek) close to Moultrie, GA.  The tupelo tree in the middle isn't dead, it was just really late winter, I think (the base root system has been there for decades according to dad and has always produced a pretty thick tree).  It's usually covered with thick layers of leaves.  Anyway, this creek, and many others nearby, were fished by dad and all his brothers when they were growing up in Moultrie; food was at a premium and picking cotton didn't always cut it.  So of course, my siblings and I fished these creeks every summer when growing up as well; the same banks my dad's little feet walked on when he was a boy.  The tupelo tree's over hanging limbs were always somewhat of a barrier to getting our lines to where the really nice fish were, close to the base of the tree.  The discussion, each time we arrived on the bank, generally included how to get bait close to the tree without getting hung in the limbs...in fact, you can see a red cork in the top left of the tree now....that little old tree has collected many corks over the years.