My dad took us camping there twice a year (once in the spring, once in the fall) when I was little. Went there for several years in a row and we camped downstream of Silver Lake in what used to be a remote camping area. I'm the youngest of 7 but the three oldest kids didn't go camping by then so it was the 4 youngest of us that would go and he would let us each bring a friend. This was about 40 years ago. My family was big into the boy scouts and girl scouts so we always borrowed a trailer with canoes from the scouts so that each kid/friend pair had our own canoe. Now get this... this is how times have changed. We had a 22 (I think that's what it was) and we would paddle around looking for water moccasins and argue over who got to shoot them.

Several times we went camping in the 10,000 islands (no gps or anything but somehow my dad knew his way around those islands in a boat) and we spent some quality time as a family shooting at empty cans or whatever... you know, target practice. I must have been about 6 or 7 when I was let in on those games.

That explains a lot huh? Anyways, I digress... but I have a lot of fond memories of the Withlacoochie.

Ginny