My Uncle used to take me down there when I was a teen. I guess that's why I have fond memories of the lake. I can still remember exactly where we used to anchor up an fire up the lanterns and hang them the over the side of his aluminum boat. Lit that lake up with a half dozen or so. Was a store in Chattanooga at that time named World Sales, that's where he would buy all his terminal tackle. "Crappie Rigs" were like a $0.35 a piece if you bought the whole card of them. Ah but I reminisce, any who, I reserved a room for this wknd. If the morning bite don't work out, I'll stock up on minner's and Coleman fuel and try the night bite. Who know's, I may get down there and find me a worman or two to be good to.. Like Elmo says "Be good ta ya worman, and she'll be good ta you!' Last one with a jig in the water is a rotten fish!