olcaptain
Senior Member
Dial “M” for Murder Creek
We have seen and crossed Murder Creek several times over the last two plus years, but we have never been on it. Friends have told me about the falls and shoals but all I knew about it came from Google Images and what I had configured in my own mind’s eye. The name alone pricks a spirit of adventure, suspense and intrigue but why would a 65-year-old man and a dog take off alone to see the falls for themselves? That is like asking why a perfectly good Chipmunk would swim across Crooked Creek in the middle of the day.
I call it a “Hankerin’”. We all have a hankerin’ for something and today Max and I hankered to see the falls for ourselves.
It wasn’t planned at all. In fact, the idea for our adventure was conceived at IHOP this morning during breakfast. I simply asked a good friend which way the shoals were from the bridge on the Gray highway. I was told they were upstream and it would not be too far (given my prior experiences) to paddle.
When I got home I ran the plan by Max, loaded the canoe and we drove the 17 miles from the Captain’s Quarters to the Hwy 129 bridge.
I don’t know the story behind the name of the creek but as we paddled the half hour or so upstream to the shoals I knew (much like Dorothy in Oz) that we “weren’t in Kansas anymore.” In fact, as we cruised past the quaint abodes along the way I felt like I was more in Bayou country than Middle Georgia.
As we glided past these docks I began to experience another type of hankering. Out of nowhere I wanted to swap out my peanut butter crackers for a bowl of dirty rice or at least a sack of Cajun Porkskins.
Soon we were out of earshot of the bridge and I began to listen for moving water. To enhance this process, I turned both hearing aids up to full throttle. It wasn’t long before I heard running water and soon we were at the shoals!!
Was I pleased? The area was all I expected and so much more!! As I gazed upon this little speck of God’s creation I knew the “M” word should be Majestic!
Although this stream also flows into Lake Sinclair, the beauty of the area is very much different than our own Crooked Creek. I also knew by looking at the docks that the water level here can fluctuate quite a bit. All in all, our trip today was certainly time well spent.
We didn’t intend to fish today. We were exploring. But I can assure you that it won’t be too long until we have another hankerin’ to dial “M” for Murder Creek!
We have seen and crossed Murder Creek several times over the last two plus years, but we have never been on it. Friends have told me about the falls and shoals but all I knew about it came from Google Images and what I had configured in my own mind’s eye. The name alone pricks a spirit of adventure, suspense and intrigue but why would a 65-year-old man and a dog take off alone to see the falls for themselves? That is like asking why a perfectly good Chipmunk would swim across Crooked Creek in the middle of the day.
I call it a “Hankerin’”. We all have a hankerin’ for something and today Max and I hankered to see the falls for ourselves.
It wasn’t planned at all. In fact, the idea for our adventure was conceived at IHOP this morning during breakfast. I simply asked a good friend which way the shoals were from the bridge on the Gray highway. I was told they were upstream and it would not be too far (given my prior experiences) to paddle.
When I got home I ran the plan by Max, loaded the canoe and we drove the 17 miles from the Captain’s Quarters to the Hwy 129 bridge.
I don’t know the story behind the name of the creek but as we paddled the half hour or so upstream to the shoals I knew (much like Dorothy in Oz) that we “weren’t in Kansas anymore.” In fact, as we cruised past the quaint abodes along the way I felt like I was more in Bayou country than Middle Georgia.
As we glided past these docks I began to experience another type of hankering. Out of nowhere I wanted to swap out my peanut butter crackers for a bowl of dirty rice or at least a sack of Cajun Porkskins.
Soon we were out of earshot of the bridge and I began to listen for moving water. To enhance this process, I turned both hearing aids up to full throttle. It wasn’t long before I heard running water and soon we were at the shoals!!
Was I pleased? The area was all I expected and so much more!! As I gazed upon this little speck of God’s creation I knew the “M” word should be Majestic!
Although this stream also flows into Lake Sinclair, the beauty of the area is very much different than our own Crooked Creek. I also knew by looking at the docks that the water level here can fluctuate quite a bit. All in all, our trip today was certainly time well spent.
We didn’t intend to fish today. We were exploring. But I can assure you that it won’t be too long until we have another hankerin’ to dial “M” for Murder Creek!
