Chatooga River North of Burrell's. Wild born brown trout.
Tailrace at Buzzard's Roost (lake Greenwood). Stripers.
Tailrace at Camden (Lake Wateree) Stripers again.
Anywhere natural that might be left on John's Island (My uncle sold his farm on a marsh creek and it was developed right after Hugo.
) Suburbian masions now cover the land where, as a kid and teen, I could shoot ducks, geese, and 12 coveys before lunch and dine on crab legs, shrimp and oyster for lunch. Listen to football or basketball after lunch. Maybe throw the cast net for a shrimp re-fill. Shoot a deer or more quail in the evening and gig for flounder at night. Those years had some Thanksgivings of plenty - but no turkeys.