Gone Fishing On Fuller Swamp Creek Near Summerville, South Carolina– Short Story
The hush of dawn settled over Fuller Swamp Creek, broken only by the chorus of crickets and the gentle gurgle of water. Beneath the canopy of oaks draped in Spanish moss, a rickety wooden boat bobbed silently, tethered to a cypress knee as gnarled as an old troll. In it, hunched over a well-worn tackle …