When I was growing up one Sunday a month my family would drive a little over an hour to my mothers home county to go to the little country church where my folks were married have a home cooked meal at my grandmothers house and just " visit " for the rest of the day.
Now days I make that visit once or twice a year and visit those limestone springs and streams that my sharecropper grandfather shared with me. It was my introduction to flyfishing .......my introduction to adventure..... it was something I can never quite catch up with. But I try.
Big tobacco ......
The creekbed is dry until the spring.
I left those sweet limestone springs on the highland rim near the Tennessee line and came back home to the swamp lands that I call home . It was a good day and time for a good steak.
A fine day.