A blog from Kylus Hart.

A blog from Kylus Hart.

From a creek to a hole.

Creeks in Georgia roll gradually, meandering over sandstone beds and through soft clay banks. Surrounding pastures, plantations, and swimmin’ holes.

Brim and Crapie fill the waters, sharin’ with the snappin’ turtles and the copperheads. While the fresh water springs help fill the creek. Deer, coons, coyotes and cattle, they drink.

The creek bends to the south and then to the east, around the bend and then again. It eddies out, churns about, looking for a way out.

A red oaks grows out half mile down from the house, over the big bend. Deepest part of the east armuchee creek. The tree lent out over the bend almost covered it up. Once the greatest swimmin’ hole of all time.

KH