Georgia game and fish [Vol. 3, no. 8 (Aug. 1968)]

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Volume Ill

Number 8

The Mountain Lion Trophy Conservation Com munications Award - 1967 The Georgia Sportsmen's Federation.

Contents

The Magnific ient Okefenokee .. . . . . . . . . . . . J. Hall

Look Ahead To Arrowhead ... . .... Marvin Tye 5

Water Wizards! . ..... .

....... Jim Morrison 7

Go Bird Dog, Go .. ... . . ..... .....Jim Tyler 10

Challenge Noontootley

. .. . Claude Hastings 12

Outdoor World .... .

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Sportsmen Speak .. .

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Sportsman's Calendar ..

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Lester G. Maddox
Governor
George T. Bagby
Director, State Game & Fish Commission

COMMISSIONERS

Rankin M. Smith .

James Darby

Chairman

Vice Chairman

Atlanta- 5th District

Vidal ia -1st Dist r ict

Wil liam Z. Camp , Sec .

J. B. Langford

Newnan -6th District

Calhoun -7th District

Richard Tift

Judge Harley Langdale.

Albany -2 nd District

Va ldosta - 8th Distr ict

William E. Sm ith

Clyde Dixon

Americus -3rd District

Cleveland -9th District

Charles L. Davidson , Jr.

Leonard Bassford

Avondale Estates - 4th District Augusta -lOth District

Jimm1e Will ia mson

Darien - Coasta l District

TECHNICAL SERVICES DIVISION Jack A. Crockford . Assista nt Director
Leon K irkland. Fisheries Chief Hubert Handy, Game Management C h ief Charles M . Frisbe. Supervisor, Marine Fisheries Robert S. Baker. Special Services Coordinator

LAW ENFORCEMENT DIVISION Bill Cline
Deputy State Chief, Atlanta David Gould
Deputy State Ch ief. Brunswick

GEORGIA GAME & FISH STAFF

J1m Mornson . Ed it o r

Dean Woh lgemuth.

J . Hal l. Staff Wnter

Staff Writer

Ted Borg Photographer

Marvin Tye, Staff Writer

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The
Right l
to Bear Arms

by Governor Lester G. Maddox

Governor Maddox

I am lighting, even now, just as sportsmen an d conservationists throughout America are fighting, for the preservation of the constitutional right to have and to bear arms. Many governors an d other leaders in government would take away the deer hunter's rifle an d melt down the quail shooter's double-barrelled twelve. They pretend that they only want our guns registered, but many will admit, when pressed, that their ultimate aim is to take all guns away from private citizens. The mayors of America have already suggested that handguns be reserved for the use of police only.
Potentially, a golf club is a lethal weapon. Why not require their registration , too? How many people have been killed by a stray golfball? Not many , but enough to show that golfballs can kill. And many a brutal murder has been committed with a baseball bat. So why not register baseball bats? And since baseball bats are just wooden sticks, we would have to register all wooden sticks. To carry the point to an admittedly ridiculous extreme, if we attempt to eliminate all poten tial weapons of murder an d assassination , then the common ordinary rock must be controlled in some way, too. Afte r all , did not David fell Goliath with a stone from a sling?
It is said that in the veins of men there courses the blood of either the hunter, the tiller of the soil , the merchant, or of the artist. I must admit that I have inherited the blood of the merchant, if this ancient theory has any validity , but I would not deny the hunter his urges simply because I do not share his zeal for a sport. More importantly , I wou ld not deny the farmer his principal source of protection from animals of both the two-legged and the four-legged varieties.
So far , whenever I challenge somebody who is "for" strong gun control legislation , I usually find him backing down after a few minutes with the apology of "Well , I really hadn' t given it all that much thought. It just sounded like a good thing. " If parrots could vote , tllis is the year when these colorful birds would find themselves the object of a massive voter registration drive . I sincerely believe that thinking people know better.
(Comments made by Governor Maddox to members of the Outdoor Writers Association of America during their national convention at Callaway Gardens , Ga. , June 23 , 1968.)
ON THE COVER : The Lake Spivey Aquamaids, doing their water ballet on skis. For more photographs by Ted Borg, see " Water Wizards" on page seven. ON THE BACK COVER : The colorful brook trout, the only truly native Georgia trout. To read about some of the best native trout fishing in Georgia's mountains, read Claude Hastings' "Challenge Noontootley" on page 12. Painting by Kent Pendleton . PHOTO CREDITS: Ted Borg 5, 6t. & b. 1, 7, 8, 9, 12 and 13 ; J. Hall 1, 21. , 3, and 4; Claude Hastings 14 ; Dan Keever 1St. ; C. B. O'Neal 2r. ; Jim Morrison 6b.r. , 15b.; Jim Tyler 10, 11.

The Magnifieenl Okefenokee
a Feeling of ( lonstaney
by J. Hall
The agony of the giant. The great Okefenokee Swamp is suffering from the prolonged drought in south Georgia, and not since 1954 has the water in this region been so low. This is an example of the present condition of many of
the boat "trails." The colored area indicates normal water level.

I cut the motor and the boat coasted, slowing. The water gurgling along the sides was loud in the sudden stillness. The big bull gator lay broadside to us, an unwinking eye watching every move. Yet there was about him an air of complete unconcern.
In the boat with me was my son John and C. B. O' Neal, fisheries biologist for the State Game and Fish Commission. We were in Billy's Lake, in the Okefenokee Swamp.
" That feller's a long way from home , C. B." I said softly.
When he answered, his voice was low and edged with sarcasm. " Now how do you know that? You gonna try to tell me you're on a first-name basis with all the alligators in the swamp?"
I grinned. "No, not all of 'em, just a few. But I do know old 'Squinch Eye' there."
I picked up my fishing rod and pointed the tip at the gator's head. There was a full three feet between the
Old " Squinch Eye" cruises watchfully. This big 'gator is one of hundreds who have migrated to the fringes of the swamp in search of deeper water and food, thus making themselves easier targets for frequent poachers.
bulging periscope eyes and the twin snorkels at the tip of his leathery -snout. Across his head stretched a deeply indented scar, an d the blind eye gleamed opaquely. A fight with another bull, a brief but memorable bout with a boat prop ... who knows?
"Yeah, I guess he is pretty distinctive at that," C. B. conceded.
"I'll have to go along with the distinctive part, anyway," I grinned. "He usually stays back in Minnie's Lake. I guess he must be the Boss Bull of the area. Anyway , he's got quite a racket working back there. He hangs around and watches the fishermen. When they hook one, he sli des in and lightens their line for them. You got to reel fast to get ahead of him, I'll tell you! "
C. B. laughed. " He sure doesn't look like he's missed many meals. Not lately , anyway."
"Yeah, he's healthy all right. And meals aren't all he doesn't miss ." I began splashing the water lightly with my rod tip. Immediately the water swirled as the old bull swung his head in our direction. There was scarcely a

ripple as his powerful legs drove him toward the boat. He cruised rapidly to within inches of the noisy object. Then he realized it wasn' t something to eat and changed course disdainfully , moving away to lie broadside to us again , a few feet away.
Johnny was fascinated by the game, and began " playing" the big gator with his fishing rod. Twice more the big saurian rose to the teasing until finally , completely disgusted with all of us, he silently submerged, tail first, and sank from sight. In seconds, there wasn't even a ripple to mark the spot where he disappeared.
It is my considered opinion that there is no more fascinating spot on earth than the magnificent Oke fenokee Swamp. I have been there numerous times ; I hope to return many more. In the Swamp, there is a great sameness . .. every place you go looks like some place you've just been. Yet every part is different, and even the places you've been many times before look different each time you go back. This is one of the strange features of this mysterious land.
This time, the swamp looked different than any other time I have ever seen it, for it was literally drying up. There had been an acute lack of rain for several months in South Georgia, and I had heard that the situation was becoming critical in the Okefenokee.
I had planned an expedition for several months. Johnny Hickox, a guide at the Okefenokee Swamp Park at Waycross, had promised to take me on a trip all the way through the swamp, a journey of some 30 or 40 miles by boat trail. All through the long winter I had looked forward to it, and during all those months, it hadn' t rained. I called Johnny and asked him what the situation looked like for our trip .
" J, it's impossible," he sai d. " This place is drying up. We can't even go hal f the distance we usually go on our tourist trips up the trail from the Park. It's so dry , the alligators rattle when they walk. The only way you could get a boat through the swamp would be to haul it by truck. And even then, the dust would be so thick it would probably clog up the carburetor!"
Well now, that sounded interesting. Knowing Johnny, who's been in and around the swamp since the day he could walk, it sounded like an exaggeration . In fact, it even sounded like something I might say. I decided to see for myself.
When I told C. B. about my plans to go into the swamp, he was hot for the idea. He had been itching to get back there and look over the situation too . So, when the opportunity presented, he was quick to make arrangements to go along. An d I was mighty glad to have him.

We embarked from the landing at the Stephen Foster State Park at Fargo, and fro m then on, we had problems. We settled Johnny in the center of the boat to balance the load as evenly as possible. We soon found there was no such thing. In the canal from the Park into Billy's Lake , we bumped along the bottom all the way. I nursed the boat along, wincing every time the poor prop hit a log or rough place on the bottom. In other words, I made faces all the way back to Bill y's Lake.
Finally, we came to deeper water, and the Mercury shook loose the mud and came to life. We swung left , and headed up the lake toward the channel leading to the dam. The situation was immediately obvious.
The first thing that struck me was the roots of the trees. Cypress roots and "knees" that had been completely submerged the last time I was there were now totally exposed. The banks of the lake were a mass of exposed roots, and the image came to my mind of fingers, thrust deeply into the quaking ooze, feeling vainly for the life-giving wetness which surely must be there ... somewhere. The next imp ression which came to my mind was of the alligators. It was nearly 11:30 a.m. and under usual conditions, there would have scarcely been a single gator to be seen. The big lizards usually hole up and sn ooze during the hot part of the day .
But not today. Everywhere we looked, there was a gator. Their bony snouts coursed the water, and they cruise d aroun d the boat, watching us. I quickly reasoned that there weren't simply more gators than usual , there must be something different. C. B. quickly affirmed this.
" J, I've never seen so many gators," he remarked. " They've come in from back in the swamp to fin d more water. "
They were there, all right, and we
almost had to thread the boat amonf, them. Their snouts lurked among th!! " bonnets," an d their bulging eyes seemed to follow our every move. Ar.d it was there that we saw my old frieP.d, "Squinch Eye." But the allig?.tors weren't the only signs we saw of the dryness throughout the swamp.
The swamp is a good place to be alone with your thoughts. Once the din of yot r outboard motor stops, silence closes in, except for the occasional call of a bird or the swirl of a fish breaking the mirror-like surface of the water.

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Once we left Billy's Lake and entered the old channel of the Suwanee River, we began having trouble again. Time and again , the outboard's prop chattered over some obstruction under the water. Each time I held my breath, thanking the Lord there was no shear pin to break. And then we broke free and the motor sung happily again . So did I, almost. At several points, we had to get a running start to bounce over obstructing logs across the channel. I worried about the first one. It was a big log, right in a sharp turn of the trail , and three or four inches of the thing were sticking up out of the water. I pulled up an d stopped.
" Try it, J ," C. B. suggested. I looked at him as if he were crazy , then feeling absolutely insane, I decided to do just that. I put the motor in rever-se and backed up about fifty yards. We sat there for a few moments, while the driver built up his nerve.
" O.K. , hang on, Johnny," I cautioned, and cranked down on the throttle.
Johnny gripped the sides of the boat as we sped through the water, and I was wondering just what in the heck I was about to do to the boat and the three of us. With a thump, the angled prow hit the log. Another thump, and we were across it and speeding on our way. I quiekly cut the throttle and looked back.
"Well, how 'bout that! " There was the log, and here we were, still on our way! Johnny still wasn't sure of it though. He'd look back at me as if I were an idiot, and then at C. B. as if he was no better for daring me to try it.
That was just the first of several , and each time, I had the feeling that somehow, we had to keep going. And as the channel got narrower and narrower, somehow the feeling of empathy within me grew stronger. This mighty giant, t his collosal acquatic hulk was dying .. . of thirst.
But even in its agony it had strength an d beauty. The slender cypress trees, their finger-like roots probing the earth fo r water, their tall trunks reaching toward the open sky, stood like sentinels, their branches hoarily festooned with grey Spanish "moss." And at their feet, stretching across the " prairie" as far as the eye could see, was a riot of yellow color from a million blossoms. "C. B., what is it?" I asked.
" Utricularia, J," he answered. " Bladderwort plants."
We stopped and examined a plant. Beneath a yellow blossom that resembles a sweet pea, there lives a plant as rapacious as its flower is beautiful, for I soon learned, the plant itself is a deadly but silent hunter. A carnivore, the blad-
?erwort captures aquatic insects among Its stringy, clinging roots, and there , soon digests them. It is but one of many

such "meat eating" plants of the swamp, for pitcher plants and other insect eaters thrive in great numbers.
It is well they do, for never on any of my trips have I been particularly plagued by insects. Certainly, these hungry plants must receive a good portion of the credit, for in a swamp area such as the Okefenokee, without such natural controls, the insect hordes would be nigh unbelievable.
After some time, we carne within sight of the darn, and this was my first view of this much discussed structure. The Suwanee Dam was constructed following another severe drought . .. that of 1954. At that time, I was living in North Carolina, and can well remember the openly stated fears that the Okefenokee would dry up and might never reappear again in its well known form.
Finally the rains carne, and with them many sighs of great relief, for even in the Carolinas we were severely rationed on water. The swamp again regained its majesty. But in that time it had suffered terribly. During the prolonged drought, a series of fires had destroyed thousands of acres of timber, and the scars of this ravaging are evident throughout the swamp today.
It was decided, therefore that measures should be taken to assure that the Okefenokee would never again reach such a low water level, and a dam, some five miles long, was constructed across the lower end of the swamp at the headwaters of the Suwanee River. This controls the flow of the water leaving the swamp, and maintains a fairly constant level in at least portions of the swamp.
A great many biologists and geologists have disagreed with the construction of the Suwanee Dam, for they feel that the protection of the swamp against fire will ultimately greatly shorten its life through the acceleration of succession. The Okefenokee attained its characteristics of "The Land of the Trembling Earth" through a process biologists call " succession." A growth of aquatic plants eventually die and sink to the bottom. More plants grow, die, and also sink. And as they decay on the bottom, they become peat. Much of the so-called "land areas" of the swamp are actually vast islands of peat, with water underneath. It is this unstable "ground" that gives the swamp its name, for even the towering cypress trees are not actually rooted in the earth but in this vast blanket of peat which trembles and shakes, shifting constantly. This continual formation of peat will eventually spell the doom of the swamp, for it will ultimately be completely filled in .
During periods of drought, such as
now and in 1954, natural fires burned
away a great part of the peat which had formed. The fires of 1954 burned vast holes in the swamp, and the peat

One of the perils of swamp travel. It takes a mighty good motor to make it through the weeds, grass, cypress roots and stumps that have been left all but exposed by the low water.
There may be a lunker bass right by that stump, just waiting for the bait The swamp is one of the most popular fishing grounds in south Georgia, and its dark water teems with bass, jack, warmouth and of course, the bowfin. It's not unusual for a big jack to leap right into your boat when the prop disturbs his hiding place.

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Their mama loves 'em. These rather unlovely chicks were among hundreds in a large blue heron rookery found near Manor, at the edge of the great swamp, by Paul Johnston, Ware County Wildlife Ranger. Paul and the author kept a wary eye out for gators as they waded through tangled brush to get this unusual photograph.
Although the Okefenokee is a National Wild life Refuge, game and fish biologists and wildlife rangers of the State Game and Fish Commission assist federal authorities in man agement and enforcement of conservation measures in the Swamp. Fish biologist C. B. O'Neal of Valdosta is one of these men.

smouldered for months. Now, biologists fear that the rate of succession will be accelerated because peat fires will now be" impossible. like so many problems, we become faced with two dilemmas and must make a choice. In this case, it was either face the danger that the swamp might be completely burned up some day , or eventually choke it to death with its own vegetation.
We left the boat and walked up on the dam to look at the Suwanee. The " river" was only a mud hole at the foot of the dam, and according to C. B., the only water being fed into the Suwanee at this point was coming through a hole in the dam's spillway. We soon saw that the pool of water was teeming with fish , and we unlimbered our rods to have a try at them, but they weren' t having
any. I decided they were too busy simply trying to breathe in that still, clogged hole to worry too much about something to eat.
Somewhat sickened by what we had seen, we went back to the boat and headed back to Billy's Lake. This time I wanted to go to Minnie's Lake to have a look there. We had been warned we probably couldn' t get through, but we decided to go as far as we could.
As soon as we turned into the trail toward Minnie's Lake, we began hitting obstructions, and in a few minutes, we were steadily plowing the bottom, churning up a roiling wake of peat behind us. From time to time, the boat would lurch as the prop slammed into a log or stump. We continued for another mile or so until finally I began to fear for the motor. It was heating up, and I was afraid it might burn out, so, discouraged, we turned back. The water was getting shallower and shallower, in a trail that had always been no problem to boat passage.
C. B. and I were both preoccupied with our thoughts on the return trip, and even Johnny seemed to have caught the spirit of our despondency, for he also sat quietly in the boat, just looking around. It was pathetic to sec the swamp in this condition, but we both knew this is only a passing stage. The mighty Okefenokee has lived for millions of years. It will continue.
And it will continue to be a naturalist's paradise. The swamp was formed millions of years ago as a great inland sea. When the coastal plain of Georgia emerged from the ocean, a great lake was formed. Through the years , as water drained into this vast basin, the salt was leached away and a fresh water lake was

formed. Within this lake, several islands stood out ... Billy's Island, which became a refuge for the Seminole Indians and was named for their chief, Billy Bowlegs. Minnie's Island was named for Billy Bowleg's wife. Strange Island, and several others are there . And scattered throughout the swamp are a number of lakes such as Billy's Lake, Minnie's lake, Big Water and others. Through succession, the areas around these lakes have gradually closed in , and travel between them is mostly limited to the boat "trails," many of which were hacked open by the Indians. Much of the swamp is covered by vast grassy savannahs or " prairies." They look.like solid ground, but it's risky to try to walk on them. like most of the " land" in the swamp, they're simply a floating mass of vegetation, entangled roots and peat on which the grass has taken root, and the explorer might plunge through this "ground" into the water beneath.
This mysterious land abounds in wildlife and natural beauties. More than 200 different varieties of birds can be seen, and many species of wildlife thrive within the boundaries of the 341 ,000 acre National Wildlife Refuge, such as deer, bear, turkeys, and of course, that strange creature for which the swamp has become famous, the alligator. And there are enough of the big lizards to give the visitor a liberal thrill, but they aren' t as plentiful as most folks think. Poaching is a major problem, and hides bring from five to seven dollars a foot . The intrepid poacher is pretty shrewd at stretching a six foot hide to a luxuriant eight and pocketing the difference.
Fishing is good here too, and the swamp is noted for the stringers of warmouth and the Junker bass which lurk among .the cypress roots. The water is clear and clean, and I personally have no fear of drinking it. The tannic acid from the cypress trees which gives the water its deep black color also purifies it.
Wild flowers fill the swamp with a riot of color during the spring, and in the fall , changing leaves produce another kaleidoscope of multicolored hues. Everywhere a million changing scenes rise to meet and fill the eye, and as the visitor travels through this silent land, so ancient yet constantly reborn , so mysterious yet seemingly so simple,
so ugly in its harsh demands upon the life that exists within it, yet so utterly beautiful, a feeling of peace pervades his being, for he begins then to understand the meaning of constancy. >-to.

The end of the long trail. This is the canal leading from the swamp to the landing at the Stephen Foster State Park at Fargo. Other entrances to the swamp are at Camp Cornelia, near Folkston, and the popular Okefenokee Swamp Park at Waycross. This picture clearly illustrates the magnificent reflective qualities of the dark water of the swamp.
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George T. Bagby, director of the Georgia Game and Fish Commission , has announced that the Commission has purchased a new public fishing area, located in Floyd County about 18 miles northeast of Rome.
The new facility , known as the Arrowhead Public Fishing Lakes, contains two fishing lakes which will be stocked with largemouth bass and channel catfish. The larger lake , 28 acres, will be opened for public fishing beginning in October, 1969. The smaller 18-acre lake will be opened for public fishing in the fall of 1970. The area will also feature picnic tables, nature trails, and overnight camping sites.
Looll ahead to
ARROWHEAD by Marvin Tye
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Bagby said the new area also contains

29 ponds which were originally part of a

commercial channel catfish hatchery.

The hatchery facilities are now being

used primarily to raise smallmouth bass

and walleyes for stocking in northwest

Georgia waters. These facilities are also

being used in the experimental raising of

striped bass utilizing new hatchery tech-

niques.

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"There are many streams in North-

west Georgia that are too cold for

largemouth bass and too warm for

trout," Bagby said. "We plan to intro-

duce smallmouths into these streams

and provide good fishing in locations

where such fishing is not to be found at

present. Walleyes will be introduced

into some of the same streams and into

some Northwest Georgia Lakes."

The new recreation area was pur-

chased by the Game and Fish Com-

mission in April for $90,000 with assist-

ance in funding from the U.S. Bureau of

Outdoor Recreation. These federal

funds , $40,000, were derived from the

Land and Water Conservation Act which

authorized the sale of Golden Eagle

Passports. These passports cost seven

dollars and enable the holder to enter all

national parks and other federal recrea-

tion areas and to use certain designated

facilities at no further charge.

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In addition to the public fishing lakes, the new area also contains 29 ponds which will be used primarily for the raising of walleyes and smallmouth bass. This was formerly a commercial hatchery for channel catfish.

Area Manager Jess Kinsey examines walleyes in the hatchery facility at Arrowhead. Striped bass are also being raised here in an experi ment to discover new hatchery techniques.
Northern smallmouth bass fingerlings will be raised at the hatchery from adult brood fish and stocked in many Northwest Georgia streams that are too cold for largemouths and too hot for trout. This should greatly improve stream fishing. 6

Water Wizards!
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If you'd like to see something different on your next trip to Atlanta, take in the unusual

ski show at Lake Spivey.

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Located 20 miles south of the State Capitol near Jonesboro, Spivey was opened as a

privately operated recreational area 10 years ago. Since that time, it has become one of the .,. most popular spots in North Georgia for picnicking, swimming, fishing, waterskiing, and a

host of other amusements. In fact, Spivey is believed to be the only place in Georgia where ,. a sailboat can be rented.

Each weekend on Saturday and Sunday at three p.m., Spivey's 600 acre lake is brightened

by the ski show, a gala spectacular featuring five of the prettiest "Aquamaids" you're liable to run into around any beach, and five "Jumping Jacks," the male members of the show who

do the less glamorous but possibly more exciting stunts like jumping, kite flying, and bare-

foot skiing.

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Left: Looks like fun! Members of the Spivey ski group make the pyramid seem easy. As many as 15,000 people see the show every weekend from May through Labor Day.

Look out below! By "cracking the whip " as they near the ski jump, the "Jumping Jacks" reach speeds of up to 55 miles an hour, enabling them to fly through the air for more than 130 feet In one trick, skiers make a 360 degree turn in the air before landing. Left: Nice work, if you can get it. After breaking the pyramid, the girls ride on the boys' skis. The Spivey shows are held every Saturday and Sunday at three p.m.
Two good reasons for the popularity of the Spivey ski show are lovely Jan Barrows of Atlanta (1) and Sarah Plunkett, Jonesboro.
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leashed dogs were released. Away they

went, bounding through the high grass

and pine terrain. They disappeared.

Then several mounted men follo wed the

dogs, going easy and slow, the horses

walking.

About a half hour later, dogs and

men returned. And, soon , the whistle

blew again, and another pair of dogs and

a group of men disappeared into the

trees.

Later, after several such groups

started and returned, I corraled Emmett

Johnson, President of the Appling

County Field Trial Association. I" "Emmett, you'll have to explain this to

me," I said.

By now, the series of two different

dogs, instead of coming back to the

general vicinity of the starting area,

would come hurrying into a relatively

open area adjacent to the starting area.

Soon the men following on horses

would arrive. The two dog handlers of

the dogs on trial would dismount and

walk into the fiel d, each "talking" to his

dog an d working him around the area

looking for quail. A num ber of quail

had been place d in the open area. When

a dog would come to point, there would

be cheers from spectators on the edge of

the " bird fiel d. " The handler would

walk up to the pointing dog, then kick

the grass or brush where the quail was

hiding. When the quail flew up, the man

fire d a blank shell from a pistol. If the

dog was a real good bird dog, he would

not bound off after the flying quail.

"Why are these dogs pointing for

quail? Several pairs of dogs left out of

here and carne back without going into

the bird fie! d," I said.

" Those were the dogs entered in the

Amateur Puppy Trial," Emmett said.

" They are young dogs and the judges

just see how well they handle them-

selves and stay out in front of the

horses. They do not try to point. Now

we are in the Open Shooting Dog part

of the trials."

"You always run just two dogs at a

Field dog men are proud of their dogs. And they wouldn' t argue if you said time?" I asked.

nothing is prettier.

"Yes, the two dogs are called a brace.

Each dog has a diffe rent owner."

Many sights bring a quick heart leap could see a large campfire, men standing " And the men on horses coming

or a sudden flowing of inner pleasure to around. Horses were tethered on pine along behind the brace of dogs? Each

sportsmen. And to a bird dog man , this trees, and dogs leashed on other pines. dog has a handler or owner, and there

fl ush of soul-felt joy surely comes when a dog romping and sniffing through a fiel d freezes suddenly to a good point. Here is his cup of tea.
I thought about this as I drove my station wagon up a dirt road north of Baxley, on the way to the Appling County Annual Field Trial. But until I parked my vehicle and stepped in to the world of some genuine bird dog enthusiasts, I didn' t know how deep their pleasure ran.
It was early morning, a November

"Have they started?" " What is happening?" I asked the first man I came to as I walked from the road to the gathering.
"Yeah, they've started, got a pair of them out on the back course now."
Soon one dog, and then another dog, came panting back into the general area where the men were gathered. Then carne several men riding horses. I watched.
Two more dogs were brought up to a

are two judges, and the rest of the mounted men are spectators?"
"Yes, that's right," Emmett nodded. "Now, in the Open Shooting Dog contest, what do the judges judge when the dogs tear off into the woods?" "The dogs run a course. When they disappear from sight they run the back course. For 22 minutes. The dogs are judged on how good they show themselves, their style, how good they stay out in front, how good they range . And then the two dogs come into the bird

Friday. There was a chill to the air, but makeshift starting line a short distance field for eight minutes."

blue sky said this wouldn't last long. I from the campfire. A whistle blew. The " That last dog pointed more quail in

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the bird field than any other dog so far. Will he be the winner?" I asked.
" Not necessarily. The best dog could
possibly do exceptionally good on the back course to make up for not many points in the bird field. It is a combination of both back course and bird field
that makes the winner." A pair of dogs, after running the back
course appeared now in the bird field. We went over to the "sideline" to watch. By now, several wives were near the sideline under a canopied cooking area preparing over food. Young boys an d girls were watching the dogs or riding around on their fathers' horses. A chil d was sleeping on the backseat of a car parked on the sideline.
One of the dogs in the bird field was a beauty to watch. He worked fast , covered a Jot of ground, and would turn into a statue on point. He pointed four
separate quail. When quail were kicked up and flew
out of the bird field , across the road or into a nearby heavy pine stand, they were replaced from a supply of quail ke pt in a cage.
This went on for two days. Dogs and horses and men going an d coming. There were five categories, with cash prizes for one (the open shooting dog event , where professional handlers could compete), and trophies and ribbons for the other four. The last category to be run was the Bird Hunters Stake.
" Meat dogs compete in this one ,"
Emmett said. " Meat dogs? " " A meat dog is fed meat, table scraps.
He is not a kennel dog with a dog food diet. This is an event for the average man, a pleasure event. The dogs aren't as well trained."
Emmett told me there are professional field trial dogs and professional han dlers that tour the major circuit competing in trials every weekend. Professional field trial dogs do not go on quail hunts.
" How about you, Emmett, how many dogs do you keep and how o(ten do you compete?"
" I have three dogs, use one for field trials only. I believe he might make a champion. I compete about five or six
times a year, depending on my available time."
The smell of cookin g meat fmally got me. I went over to the cook area and had a hamburger. As I enjoyed the beef and bread, I read through some of the dogs' names on a chart tacked on a tree: Windy Ridge, Jake, Dan's Rambling Re bel, Bit, Jack, Dee, Rocky Creek Billy.
Shouts of approval and encouragement from the sideline drew my attention. I walked over and joined the people enjoying a dog after a bird.
I got acquainted with some mighty
fine dogs ... and some fine people, to.o-.

Twa owners hold onto their dogs and wait far another go around. Same of the specta tars are in the background
And away they go! One pup leaps away as' the whistle blows. The ather pup, a first time campeter, is momentarily last to the excitement. Emmett Johnson, President of the Appling County Field Trial Association, puts heels to his horse to fallow. Twa mounted men in background are judges. The man an horseback, right, awns the bewildered pup. And the twa . men an foot held the dogs until the whistle blew.
In the bird dog field where quail have been placed, a bird dog an trial snaps to paint while the judge an horseback watches.

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Six miles of the most beautiful and uncrowded trout fishing in Georgia waits for the angler in Noontootley Creek, just north of Dahlonega. Marc Hastings can expect to fish a mile or more of it without seeing a single angler.

Well, it can be done. The name of this stream is Noontootley Creek and it is in the Upper Blue Ridge Wildlife Management Area.
Back in 1963, plans for a new type of trout stream were initiated. We felt that a stream needed to be set aside for those fishermen who like to fish for sport alone. Dr. Albert Hazzard, who started this kind of fishing in other states, was kind enough to visit us and help us begin this new program.
Noon tootley Creek was chosen because of its size, because of its remoteness and because it was a good producer of trout. In 1964, Noontootley was officially designated a "Catch and Release" stream, and was opened to fishing four days a week at a charge of $1.00 per day. When this was done, nearby Rock Creek was also opened to fishing four days a week so that fisher-
men who normally fished Noontootley Creek for stocked trout and wanted to keep their fish would still have a wellstocked stream to fish. These policies are still being followed.
Now, "Catch and Release" ineans just what it says. You can catch them, but you can't keep them. We do allow fish that are 16 inches or over to be kept because they are trophy fish, and because they feed to a great extent on small trout.
We have one other restriction on this stream. Only artificial lures can be used. The purpose of this restriction is to prevent the excessive killing of trout by

deep-hooking- not to ban the bait fisherman.
This type of management offers those fishermen who like to fish for sport alone a stream with a good population of wild, well-colored, stream-reared brook, rainbow, and brown trout in a remote atmosphere away from the crowds. It has not been our purpose to rear a total population of trout 16 inches or larger- this of course being impossible under known management methods. However, I personally know of at least five trout now in Noontootley that will run from 18 to 26 inches in length, and I have heard of others!
Our creel census and fish population studies have shown us that we have succeeded in establishing a good population of trout in this. stream. The creel census also shows that the numbers of trout taken by good trout fishermen are high. Catches of 50 trout in one day by one fisherman have been recorded.
But remember this. When you are fishing for Noontootley trout, you are fishing for wild trout that become wilder every time they are hooked and released. Methods which would normally work on freshly-stocked hatchery trout will not work well on these fish. It takes skill, concentration, and real fishing know-how to catch these fish.
So you fishermen who believe that you are good anglers or you beginners who would like to become good fishermen, come visit Noontootley Creek and
match your wits with really wild tro,u_t.

Got him! Noontootley produces some of the finest native trout fishing in North Georgia, for anglers who are a cut above the average fisherman. Why?

Noontootley is unique . .. a catch and release or fish for fun stream. All the fish caught there must be released unharmed unless they happen to be a trophy over 16 inches long. Only artificial lures are allowed, so that fish can be released unharmed. This rule enables the native trout population to build up to a higher level . than is possible in a normal trout stream.

Most of the fish caught in Noontootley are in the 10 to 14 inch category, nice fish by mountain standards. The author personally knows of five fish now in Noontootley that are from 18 to 26 inches in length. Could you catch them?

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the outdoor world
Happiness ...

...is catching a fish.

Fishing is one sport that breaks international boundaries. A good example is Joanne Sims of Tiajuana, Venezuela. On a recent visit to her uncle Mike Milligan of ewnan, Joanne went fishing in her uncle's pond with James Tommasson, editor of the Newnan Times Herald. Two happy faces tell the story. Isn' t it about time you saw that look on your famil y's faces?

The $100 proceeds from a tourna-
smheontt ant easirmMulaatreiedttaanaimt awl htiacrhgetasrcihneras wooded setting have been contributed to the Georgia Natural Resources Institute, a summer program of conservation education for school teachers which is in desperate need of more funds and teachers.
Winners in the animal target shoot are, from left, Arnold Boyd of Mableton, overall high scorer in the bowhunter class with 414; Jeff Beyers of Atlanta, a member of the Sequoiah Bow Hunters, overall high youth freestyle , with 504 ; Mrs. Blanche Yearwood of Atlanta, a member of the Black Arrow Archery Club, overall high women's fre estyle with 440 ; Gene Beyers of Atlanta, a member of the Sequoiah Bow Hunters, overall high men's freestyle with 524 ; and R. C. Pate of Dallas, a member of Lockheed Archery Club, overall high men's bare bow with 470. Bill Cox, President of the sponsoring Cobb County Archery Club, is at right.
Trophies for the Tournament were donated by Deercliffe Archery Supplies in Atlanta so that all of the entry money could be given to the Institute scholarship fund.

Arrows tor educatIOn

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a little more. If not, would you please write

me back telling me about the article. Thank

you.

Emory Oakes

Atlanta, Georgia 30318

Bluegill Spot?
I have certainly enjoyed your magazine and also enjoyed working with one of your photographers, Mr. Ted Borg. His work at the aquarium resulted in a fine cover picture in the March, 1968 issue.
In regard to your June, 1968 cover painting, I believe Mr. Rainey omitted the classifying color spot on the dorsal fin of the bluegill. (See illustration below.)

Herb Reichelt Millen National Fish Hatchery Aquarium

Mr. Reichelt knows his fish.

Bows, Swimming
I just can't tell you how much I enjoy each issue of Georgia Game and Fish Magazine. Marvin Tye's article on bow hunting was especially good. I have two sons, 14 and 18, who are avid bowmen.
Your article on swimming was especially interesting since Bill Scearce is a graduate of our program in Statesboro. I can remember Billy as a little boy and later sending him to Red Cross Aquatic School.
Bill now is director of recreation at Joplin, Missouri.
Max Lockwood, Director of Industrial
Affairs, Georgia Southern Area Planning and Development Commission Statesboro, Georgia

Striped Bass

My congratulations to you on the splendid

article in the June issue of the Georgia Game

and Fish, and also my congratulations to Billy

Bryant, Zan Bunch, Glenn McBay, and Leon

Kirkland for the fine work they are doing

with the stripers.

What does the future hold for Lake Lanier

regarding the development of the stripers in

those waters?

Nick Long

Atlanta, Ga.

Fisheries biologists of the Commission say they may eventually stock some striped bass in Lanier when they become more readily available. However, they feel that stocking large numbers of this voracious carnivore in Lanier could be potentially harmful, since it does not have the high gizzard shad population of more southern lakes like Sinclair, Jackson, Blackshear, and Seminole.

Elk in Ga.?
I am a reader of Georgia Game and Fish
Magazine. I always think your write-ups are very good. I would like to ask you about an
article in the Sunday, April 28, 1968, Atlanta Journal and Constitution magazine on page
36 about the bull elk. I was wondering if the Game and Fish Commission is planning to stock Georgia with elk. If you could, try to
get on Inside Outdoors and discuss the subject

Our game biologists do not feel that this is feasible because elk are not compatible with the highly populated agricultural situation in Georgia. For instance, instead of jumping the normal type of cattle fence, they simply walk right through it! Also, they are extremely bad tempered, and probably would end up being shot right away!
You might be interested to know that at one time, we did have elk and buffalo in Georgia before the white man arrived and wiped them out.
Valuable Wildlife
I have thoroughly enjoyed every issue of
your Game & Fish magazine since I first sent
my check for your first copy. I was particularly interested in the article in
your April issue by David Almand, entitled, " Wildlife: How Valuable?"
I have often wondered how much an average hunter will spend to carry out his favorite pastime of hunting, fishing, or boating. My favorite is deer hunting; and since I hunt both the bow and gun seasons, (for the past five years) I have often wondered how much an average hunter would spend . During this time I have driven about 90 miles round trip, two days a week, for about 18 days a year. I have eaten two meals out, bought two sets of licenses (1 for bow and 1 for gun), bought candy bars, belly washers, and such. If I camp out, I spend more on groceries, gas for lanterns, and stove.
The actual cost to the average hunter to bag a deer is unaccountable; one could only guess. I have carried on this great pastime for the past five years, but I have only been lucky enough to bring game home once.
What have I received for my time and money spent in those north Georgia moun tains? Sometimes it was in cold and almost unbearable weather.
The very idea that I know that State laws and regulations have been enacted fairly for my benefit in designating the seasons throughout Georgia, in which I can carry out my endeavor for deer hunting has made it all worth it. This is but one of the many great pastimes and recreations aspects that encumbers the work of the State Game & Fish Commission. We should only stop to think what would happen if we did not have these laws and regulations to abide by. It would make you shudder to think that without the Commission, our wildlife and natural resources would diminish within a very short period of time.
The citizens of this State should pledge themselves throughout their lifetime to help support ouf Commission in their never ending struggle to preserve our wildlife and still harvest our fair share of game.
Carl Miller Hartwell, Georgia
Cooper's Creek
First let me say that your magazine is delightful. We look forward to receiving it every month and almost race to see who gets to read it first.
However, I am writing to you about a matter which has been on our minds since last June. About four years ago, we "discovered" Cooper's Creek and thought it was one of the most wonderful recreation areas ever provided. Last June we made our-first trip back to Cooper's Creek and were really outraged at what we saw. When we arrived, the entire area was jampacked with "weekend" campers and Sunday picnickers. I have never seen more cans, paper and assorted litter in one place other than a designated trash dump! Recently one of your feature stories contained a picture of a beautiful "trout hole" which had

been badly littered by unthoughtful fishermen. I might say that we found the picture typical of every "hole" along the area of Cooper's Creek which we fished.
I am not trying to place the full blame on the weekend campers, but must go on to say this. Any number of half-cleaned or just plain
dead trout were found in the stream bed on
Sunday evening and Monday. Almost everywhere we went we saw these fish . Apparently some fisherman felt they weren't worth the trouble to clean. Supposedly some of the fish could have been hooked in such a manner as to have killed them, and then escaped before being landed. However, it is very doubtful this happened to all the dead fish we saw. It seems to me that th is was a most wanton waste of our taxes which in our case, are paid most dearly. Our first vacation in four years was almost ruined for us by the deplorable condi
tions found at Cooper's Creek. I realize it is a heavily used area, but guess that I was naive in my supposition that sportsmen believed in conservation and preservation of the many lovely things which God has provided for us. I
just cannot tell you how really heartsick we were at all the mess we saw. While there we made a careful effort to pick up any cans and paper we found and cart them to the nearest trash receptacle. We certainly left one area much cleaner than we found it, but shudder to think what it looked like the next week. I must add that we saw no more dead fish later in the week, and therefore am placing the blame on the " weekenders".
We were also greatly disappointed at the amount of silting in the stream, despite the obvious methods which had been taken to prevent it.
I realize I am doing little but complaining, but must add still more to my tale of woes. The only person we saw other than campers during our stay was a local fellow selling firewood. There was no ranger anywhere within the area nor any of several areas we visited . Although we had purchased a Golden Eagle pass as instructed, we could just as easily have camped without it, and I suspect many were doing so. I do not regret having spent the money as I' m sure it was put to
good use. but am saying that we feel more
supervision should have been provided . I feel very strongly that rangers should patrol the area carefully, incognito, if necessary; and enforce very stringent fines on any infringe-
ment of the rules. Most especially the littering
that was so offensive to us. I cannot bear to think what our camping areas will look like in another four or five years if these practices continue at the rate we saw.
Now, looking on the positive side, we found it most interesting that many of the fish we caught were browns, and had been in the stream so long as to show little evidence of having had a clipped fin . The very first fish I hooked was such a one and I would estimate about 12-14 inches long. I could find no evidence of his having a clipped fin and so thought it was a "native" , but am given to understand that brown trout are not native to the Georgia streams. None of our catch were quite as large as this one, but all nice in size. Some campers from Missouri who said they were old hands at trout fishing had nice strings of quite large browns. We d id have to fish harder and longer than on our previous trip, but still found the fishing good. One beautifully marked " native" fish with bright red fins was caught, and one old sucker when the stream was muddy after a shower. I understand he put up quite a struggle!
I do hope I haven't sounded like too much of a "spoil-sport," but I wanted to express our great disappointment before planning another trip this summer. I would like very much to visit the Warwoman area this summer, but see no camping facilities marked on the map I have. Can you advise me of the nearest facilities and of what they include?
Mrs. Eugene F. Miller Wadley, Georgia

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Sportsman's
Calendar
SEASONS OPE NING THIS MONTH
Squirrel Early Season- Aug. 15 , 1968 through Sept. 7, 1968 in the following counties only : Dawson , Fannin , Gilmer, Habersham , Lumpkin, Murray, Rabun, Towns, Union , and White. Bag Limit- 10 Daily
SEASONS NOW OPE N
Mountain Trout Open Stream Season- April I, 1968 through October I 5, 1968. Creel Limit- Eight trout of all species per person per day . Possessi on limit eight trout. Fishing Hours - 30 minutes before sunrise to 30 minutes after sunset on all open trout streams. Trout fi shin g is allowed at night on all large reservoirs. Management Area Stream Season - May I , 1968 through Sept. 2, 1968 o n designated days only as shown in the chart. For a complete set of trout fishing regulati ons and .directions to managed streams and the most popular open streams, write to the State Game and Fish Commission , 40 I State Capitol Atlanta , Ga. 303 34 .

MAN AGEMENT STREAM SC HEDULE

Management Area
BLU E RIDG E
CHATTAH OOCHEE CH ESTATEE
LAKE BURTON WARW OMAN

Stream

June

July

August

September

Jones

Wed ., Thurs. (Sun ., Sept. 1)

(Artificial lures) Sat., Sun. Wed ., Thurs . Sat., Sun. (Sat. , Aug. 31 ) (Mon., Sept. 2)

Montgomery

Wed., Thurs. Sat. , Sun.

Wed., Thurs. Sat. , Sun. (Thurs ., Aug. 1)

Nimblewill

Sat., Sun. Wed., Thurs. Sat., Sun. Wed ., Thurs . (Sun ., Sept. 1) (Sat. , Aug. 31) (Mon. , Sept. 2)

Noontoot ley

Wed., Thurs., Wed., Thurs. , Wed., Thurs., Wed ., Thurs. , (Sun., Sept. 1)

(Artificial lures) Sat., Sun. Sat. , Sun. Sat. , Sun. Sat. , Sun . (Mon., Sept. 2)

(Catch and Release)

Rock Creek

Wed., Thurs., Wed. , Thurs ., Wed., Thurs., Wed ., Thurs., (Sun., Sept. 1) Sat., Sun. Sat. , Sun. Sat., Sun Sat. , Sun. (Mon., Sept. 2)

Chattahoochee

Sat., Sun. Sat. , Sun., Sat., Sun. Sat. , Sun . Wed .

(Sun., Mon. Sept. 1 & 2)

Dukes

Wed., Thurs. Wed. , Thurs. Wed., Thurs. Wed. , Thurs .

Boggs

Wed., Thurs. Sat., Sun.

Wed., Thurs. Sat. , Sun. (Thurs ., Aug. 1)

Dicks

Sat., Sun. Wed. , Thurs . Sat. , Sun. Wed. , Thurs. (Sun., Sept. 1) (Sat. , Aug . 31 ) (Mon., Sept. 2)

Waters

Sat.. Sun. Wed. , Thurs . Sat., Sun. Wed. , Thurs . (Sun., Sept. 1) (Sat., Aug. 31 ) (Mon., Sept. 2)

Dicks

Wed., Thurs. Wed ., Thurs. Wed., Thurs. Wed. , Thurs .

Moccasin (Not stocked)

Sat., Sun. Sat., Sun. Sat., Sun. Sat., Sun.

(Sun., Sept. I) (Mon., Sept. 2)

Wildcat

Sat., Sun. Sat. , Sun. Sat., Sun. Sat. , Sun.

(Sun., Sept. 1) (Mon., Sept. 2)

Finny

Wed ., Thurs. Sat. , Sun.

Wed., Thurs. Sat. , Sun. (Thurs ., Aug. 1)

Sarahs

Sat., Sun. Wed., Thurs. Sat., Sun. Wed ., Thurs. (Sun ., Sept. I) (Sat. , Aug. 31 ) (Mon .. Sept. 2)

Tuckaluge

Wed., Thurs. Sat., Sun.

Wed., Thurs. Sat. , Sun . (Thurs ., Aug. 1)

Walnut Fork and

Wed., Thurs. (Sun., Sept. I)

Hoods Creek

Sat., Sun. Wed ., Thurs. Sat. , Sun. (Sat. , Aug. 31) (Mon ., Sept. 2)

Holding a Field Trial?
If your club or organization is holding a meeting, convention, field trial, etc. that the public is invited to, send Game and Fish the dates, location, and other pertinent information for use on the Sportsmen's Calendar page. All notices must be received at least two months prior to the date of publication from the first of the month to be used in the magazine. The editor reserves the right to determine if a notice is used , depending on space requirements and the subject matter.

EVENTS THIS MONTH
Georgia Mountain Fair, Aug. 9-17, 1968, Hiawassee, Ga. See the wildlife exhibit of the Game and Fish Commission .

AUGUST 1968

SEPTEMBER 1968

T I D E T A B L E HIGH WATER LOW WATER

HIGH WATER LOW WATER

Oav

A.M. HT. P.M. HT . A.M. P.M.

AUG. - SEPT. 1968

Dav

A.M. HT. P.M. HT. A.M. P.M.

1. Thurs. 12:19 6.3 1:07 6.8 6:43 7:31

2. Fri.

1:19 6.0 2:01 6.8 7:43 8:43

3. Sat. 2:19 5.8 3:19 6.9 8:49 9:49

4. Sun. 3:31 5.7 4:31 7. 1 9:55 10 :55

5. Mon. 4:49 5.8 5:43 7.4 10:55 11 :55

6. Tues. 5:55 6.1 6:37 7.4 . . 12:01

7. Wed . 6:55 6.4 7:31 7.9 12:49 12 :55

8. Thurs. 7:49 6.7 8:19 7.9 1:43 1:49

9. Fri. 8:31 6.9 9:01 7.7 2:31 2:43

10. Sat. 9:19 7.0 9:43 7.4 3:13 3:25

11. Sun. 10:01 6.9 10:25 7.0 3:55 4:13

12. Mon . 10:49 6.8 11 :07 6.5 4:37 4:55

13. Tues. 11:3 1 6.6 11 :43 6.1 5:19 5:37

14. Wed .

12:13 6.4 6:01 6:25

15. Thurs. 12 :25 5.7 1:01 6.3 6:43 7:19

16. Fri.

1:07 5.4 1:49 6.2 7:31 8:19

17. Sat. 2:01 5.1 2:43 6.2 8:25 9:19

18. Sun . 2:55 4.9 3:43 6.2 9:25 10:13

19. Mon . 4:07 5.0 4:43 6.4 10 :19 11 :07

20. Tues. 5:07 5.2 5:37 6.7 11 :07 11 :55

21. Wed . 6:01 5.5 6:19 7.1 11 :55

22. Thurs. 6:43 5.9 7:01 7.3 12:43 12:43

23. Fri. 7:25 6.3 7:43 7.5 1:19 1:31

24. Sat. 8:01 6.7 8:19 7.6 2:01 2:43

25 . Sun. 8:43 7.0 8:55 7.6 2:37 2:55

26. Mon . 9:20 7.3 9:37 7.4 3:19 3:43

27. Tues. 10 :07 7.4 10:19 7.1 3:55 4:25

28. Wed . 10:55 7.4 11 :07 6.8 4:37 5:13

29. Thurs. 11:43 7.3 ....

5:25 6:07

30. Fri. 12:01 6.4 12:43 7.1 6:19 7:13

31. Sat. 1:01 6.0 1:55 7.0 7:19 8:25

GEORG IA COASTAL WATE RS
HOW TO USE TH ESE TABL ES
The calculations are for the outer bar. Find the read ing for the desired t ide. In the table below find the number of minutes to add to correct for the place you are going to fish or swim . The outer bar calculation , plus this correction , gives the correct reading for the point desired .

Adj ust For Daylight Sa ving Time By A d d ing One Hour

CORR ECTION TABLE The times given are for Savannah River entrance (Tybee) .

Sava nnah (High ). Savannah (low).. Hilton Head . S . C... . Thunderbolt.. . ... . . Is le of Hope . ..... . .
Warsaw Sound. ... .. . . . . . Ossabaw Sound. Vernon View. . . . . . . . . Coffee Bluff.. . .. .. . . Ogeec hee Ri ve r Bridge . St. Catherine Sound . .. Sapelo Sound.. . Brunsw ick Bar. . .

Hrs . Min . 0 44 # 57
0 10 0 20 0 40 0 00 0 05 0 35 0 55 3 50 0 25 0 00 0 00

First Quarter

AUGUST

1

SEPTEMBER 6

Full Moon
8 14

Last Quarter
15 22

New Moon
23 29

1. Sun. 2:06 6.1 3:06 7.3 8:36 9:42

2. Mon . 3:24 6.1 4:24 7.5 9:48 10:48

3. Tues. 4:42 6.3 5:36 7.8 10:54 11 :48
4. Wed . 5:48 6.8 6:30 8.1 11 :54 . . .

5. Thurs. 6:48 7.2 7:18 8.2 12:36 12:48

6. Fri . 7:30 7.6 8:00 8.2 1:24 1:42

7. Sat. 8:12 7.8 8:36 8.0 2:12 2:24

8. Sun. 8:54 7.9 9:18 7.7 2:54 3:12

9. Mon . 9:30 7.8 9:48 7.4 3:30 3:48

10. Tues. 10:06 7.6 10:24 6.9 4:06 4:30

11 . Wed . 10:48 7.4 11:00 6.6 4:42 5:06

12. Thurs . 11 :24 7.2 11:36 6.2 5:18 5:48
13. Fri. ... . . . 12:12 7.0 6:00 6:36

14. Sat. 12:24 5.9 1:00 6.8 6:48 7:36

15. Sun. 1:12 5.6 1:54 6.7 7:48 8:42

16. Mon . 2:12 5.5 2:54 6.7 8:48 '9:42

17 . Tues. 3:24 5.6 4:00 6.9 9:48 10:36

18. Wed . 4:30 5.9 4:54 7.2 10:42 11 :24
19. Thurs. 5:24 6.4 5:48 7.6 11 :36 . . .

20 . Fri.

6:12 7.0 6:30 7.9 12:06 12:24

21. Sat. 6:54 7.6 7:12 8.1 12:48 1:12

22. Sun. 7:36 8.0 7:48 8.2 1:30 1:54

23. Mon . 8:12 8.4 8:30 8.2 2:12 2:42

24. Tues. 8:54 8.6 9:12 8.0 2:54 3:24

25 . Wed . 9:42 8.5 10:00 7.7 3:36 4:12

26 . Thurs. 10:36 8.4 10:48 7.2 4:18 5:06

27 . Fri. 11 :30 8.0 11 :42 6.8 5:12 6:00

28 . Sat.

. . 12:36 7.7 6:06 7:06

29. Sun. 12:48 6.4 1:42 7.4 7:12 8:18

30. Mon . 2:00 6.2 3:00 7.3 8:30 9:30

To report violations or if you need assistance in the Coastal Area-Call-State Game & Fish Commission , Brunswick, Georgia , P. 0 . Box 1097, Phone 265-1552 , Savan nah 233-2383 , Richmond Hill 756-3679 .

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