Killed my first duck in there in 1972. Hunted there a lot until the late 90's. I can remember going to Sparkleberry landing , which was dirt back then, and having to get out and open the gate and cut across the cow pasture to get to the landing.
Anyone remember the Game Warden back in the 70's early 80's that wore a cowboy hat and smoked cigars ? Use to see him around Hickory Top a lot.
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Spinky Bryant could fish the swamp about as well as anyone back-in-the-day. Any of you remember Randy's "pool joint" out in the middle of nowhere around Summerton? E.M. Watt and what's-his-name (from Callen Drive) used to get on the ducks pretty good up there. I was just a little too young for the glory days, but was here soon enough to hunt some birds in Pocalla in the late 60's. There were actually wild BIRD coveys in those days, too. Lots of Mallards AND bass around the button bushes behind Persanti island back then..... the Bass Motel. Lewis Brown, Clyde Spigner, and Inky Davis were learning how to catch fish. There was a lot of corn and a good many fish baskets scattered around the lake.
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In the late 70's and early eighties, there was a group from Florence that had airboats. They are responsible for more than a few of those 55-gallon barrels hung in the trees. However, today, both hunting that high out of the water (SC Code of Laws 50-11-25) and using airboats (SC Code of Laws 50-21-860) in that swamp are illegal. Many of them worked for the railroad, not willing to put names out there, but they were well known. MG
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What no love for the Orangeburg and Manning crews?
How about Wayne Davis from Oburg ? Haven't seen or heard from him in years.
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Wayne ran the old Orangeburg National Bank branch in Orangeburg. They were a client and I would sit in his office for hours and talk duck hunting. It became First Citizens several years ago and I haven't seen Wayne since. If he's not retired I'm sure he is still there. He had some great stories.
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Wayne Davis blew a good call. I'm sure he killed a few ducks.
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One of the first times I hunted the swamp, we got to the landing at daylight. The landing was just a place where you unloaded your boat from the edge of the water. No ramp back then. We stood there and watched flock after flock of mallards pour across the sky. Thousands of big ducks!!! That was maybe January 1977.
Wayne still lives on the lake, see his brother just about every day his name is will. A friends of mine and I just about flunked out of school back in the day because there were so many mallards in the swamp. Our parents were ready to kill us we cut school a bunch back then, had the duck fever bad. Those were the days.
As a young kid I loved the lake and the swamp. When we moved to FL I always missed it. Im not old enough to get to see the hay day but the swamp as always been a special place. I'd love to hear some of the stories of the old timers.
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Another tib-bit. At the landing, the calls around everybody's necks were Jack Lundy's, Bill Grant's, Greg Herlong's, Yentsen's, Chick Major's, and Herb Parson's. Lanyards were full of bands.
Them that don't know him won't like him, and them that do sometimes won't know how to take him
He ain't wrong, he's just different, and his pride won't let him do things to make you think he's right
They don't put Championship rings on smooth hands
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