I finally made it to Hartwell after about 25 years.
I've been wanting to go and a friend I met at the ramp at Keowee said he would show me around.
His name is Billy and he knows Hartwell.
After a very short ride from the ramp at Lawrence Bridge, we started popping them. Billy was wearing them out on a baby spook. I was getting no love on my gunfish, so I went back in my memory bank and tied on a Cordell Redfin. My memory served me well and soon I got into the catching.
Many, many stripers, hybrids, spots and even a largemouth came to the boat.
I also starting throwing the ol' Chug Bug after my memory was jogged and the hybrids tore it up.
I haven't had that much fun fishing/catching in a long while.
Going back soon!
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