Okefenokee Swampin' on the Fly

Fargo, Georgia feels a lot like the middle of nowhere. The cell phone signal is weak in the southeastern part of the state. Surrounding roads wind through sprawling stands of loblolly pines, in many places so thick you cannot see more than a dozen yards beyond the first line of trees. Cypress heads spread out along creeks and low areas. Other than the no stoplight town with its one gas station, Dollar General, and a couple of local restaurants, there are few signs of human inhabitation for...



Georgia

Georgia 2010 There is a distinctive moment when a lurking largemouth bass commits to engulfing a frog twitching across a scatter of lily pads. You lay out a cast, come tight to the fly, then start stripping, pausing for the water to settle around the fly. With each strip, the fly seems to leap across the water, landing unassuming predators waiting below. The more erratic the retrieve, the more enticing the fly becomes. But it is during a pause that the action happens. As you begin your...