It was my first time stopping in the Land Between the Lakes. I'd been through at least once before, but never thought to slow down. I'll go back, at a more reasonable time of year, because lakes Barkley and Kentucky offer promising fishing and are somewhat mid-point between my cousin and me. If you don't fish or hunt, there's not much reason to live there, but if either is your passion, it's akin to paradise. I almost got my first deer one night, missing by about an inch as it plodded across The Trace as though my aging Chevy S-10 was invisible.
Deer hunting is a tremendous business in that part of the woods.
If you go up The Trace 30 or 40 miles, you can see a herd of buffalo and perhaps catch sight of an elk. We caught sight of few fish, though we caught largemouth, smallmouth, white and yellow bass, crappie and bluegill. We also helped relieve the drought. As it has for every one of the five other times we've met in Tennessee to fish, it rained while we were there. Judging from the various crops, their drought is not as severe as ours, but I can vouch for their dusty roads.