Rivers and Creeks

While Georgetown, Louisiana lacks a Wal-Mart and
McDonalds, Kisatchie National Forest is next door so
outdoor activities are plentiful. Fishing, hunting,
swimming are all minutes away. The first day of deer
season was considered an excused absence when I
was in high school, but only if you went hunting. The
following photos were taken on the same day following
several days of rain, so the water is high and muddy.

Bayou Bill
















Fish Creek is a meandering, spring-fed source of
recreation south of town. This is "Iron Bridge," a small,
shallow swimming hole where Elizabeth Barrett taught
me how to swim. A modern, safe, dull bridge has
replaced the old structure and it's intricate iron girders.

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Several miles upstream from "Iron Bridge" was the
"Kent Hole," considered the spot of choice by teenagers.
Located in a sharp, "L" shaped bend, it featured high
bluffs on one side, a small sandy beach on the other and
a rope swing for showing off. Several years ago the bluff
collapsed. The photo was taken facing upstream from
the bluff area.

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North of town is Little River. Way back when, this
river was a poster child for pollution. It is now
much cleaner. This shot was taken from the old
bridge facing downstream toward the "new"
US 165 bridge. In this case, "new" is a relative
term since the bridge was built in the mid '50's.
Georgetown is a couple miles to the right in this
photoe, while Tullos is about the same distance to
the left. A large lumber mill was located on the
right side of the river. There are accounts of
small steamboars navigating this far upstream.

Kisatchie National Forest

Images of Kisatchie National Forest

Those who grow up in the Georgetown-Tullos area take having a national forest next door as a matter of course. There comes a time when we realize not everyone is blessed with so much nature around them, but usually years after Santa Claus has been unbearded. A friend who lived across the street from me used to wake up early to go squirrel hunting behind his house. He always got home in time to clean both himself and the squirrels, and be ready to catch the school bus. On my side of the street, I'd wake up just in time to catch the same bus. Maybe that's why he became a general and I, well, let's just say, I didn't.

Bill Fullerton