![]() From a bridge, it’s just a shallow, clear-water river. ![]() I quickly realized the perspective from actually being on the river rather than viewing it from a crossing bridge was significantly different. “We’ll go when the river goes down and clears up.” “You want to see it run?” he cordially asked me. “We catch a lot of Kentuckys” - the local name for spotted bass. I use it to fish in the river,” he said, waving one hand vaguely in the Bogue Chitto’s direction. So I walked up to the stranger and asked him something along the lines of “What is it?” Fortunately, he was very cordial - and patient. It looked like someone had stolen the whole lower unit.Īnd to top off the bizarre look, the trolling motor on the bow deck was installed with huge springs, rather than hard-mounted. I walked around the back of the boat and wow - no prop. It made the 115 Yamaha mounted on it tower over the boat’s owner, Todd McElveen, when he stood beside it. The heavily reinforced 16-foot aluminum flatboat sported an elevated transom that was 3 feet higher than the boat’s gunnels. As I gassed up my charger, a truck pulling a really odd-looking boat pulled to the other side of the pump island. This adventure had started a couple of weeks earlier, when I pulled into the Market Max service station in Franklinton. Located in Washington Parish (where the toenail would be in Louisiana’s boot shape), it arises near Brookhaven, Mississippi, flows south to the Mississippi-Louisiana state line, then cuts diagonally southeast across the parish to its confluence with the Pearl. The “river” he was talking about was the Bogue Chitto. “Well, welcome to shallow,” he grinned - just barely.
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