I live near Lake Arkabutla. By and large, it’s a lousy place to fish, so I don’t even bother. However, I duck hunt only a few miles from the lake and the hunting has been great the past few years. If I see a Swift Peter near the duck blind, he’s mine.
One night, a few of us from OM had a “hold my beer and watch this” moment. We jumped off the Hwy 51 bridge into the Hickahala creek. Deep enough, but the mud flats were at least 100 miles wide, perhaps someone will find my shoes sometime in the far future.