- Bo Emerson The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
Twilight is descending on tiny Rock Creek Lake, a pond in the hills above Suches.
Pink light hovers in the trees. The crickets trill. Barking frogs send up a serenade that sounds like a smoker’s cough.
This mild North Georgia mountain evening should be a perfect night for fly fishing. And we’re in a good place. Rock Creek Lake, in the middle of the Chattahoochee National Forest, is warm on the surface, but a few feet down it’s chilly. Twenty feet down it’s cold as hell.
“You can float on your back here,” says our guide, Louis Cahill, “and if you let your legs dangle down, they’ll freeze right off.”
Trout, who have no legs, like it cold. So the trout are here.