Christine and I went up to Jack's Branch to camp one Saturday and we took our Dobies with us. We found out that it was the first day of hunting season. Hunters almost shot our dogs... so, we relocated to the Muscogee Bridge.
It was a nightmare of a campout. We could hear shotgun pellets hitting the water near us, people were shooting pistols about 100' away, and at nightfall, the drunks out with a butt-load of "yeehaws".