I have never caught wild brook trout on blue line creeks at high elevations.
Being raised down in the flatland at the headwaters of creeks that form the Edisto, I had no idea that the folks that fished for 8 inch brookies and I had something in common.
I guess a love for small water and simple fish would strike conversation if we were to meet.
I took some time to wander poplar creek today.
There are no crappie in this portion of the creek and the state park doesn't border its banks here. A few miles up from lake marion, poplar creek is a small lowland waterway that meanders through an old cypress branch.
This little creek is special.
It hosts abundant wildlife and is the epitome of small South Carolina blackwater.
Many things have changed since I'd last wandered here, and fallen trees tested my ability with a 3wt.
There was no shortage of hungry fish, I did not attempt to count them.
It was quiet, with only the sound of pileated woodpeckers hammering bald cypress and hen woodies corralling their young.
if only i had a decent camera.
Its easy to get lost in time flipping bugs to redbreasts.
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