Never had one of those apart to tell you, sorry, and I know where most of Deliverance was filmed, part in Tallulah Gorge (the over the waterfall scene and the climb the cliff scene) and the rest on several rivers in N. Ga. And I met Dickey once, and there are places in the GA mtns where I listen for the sound of banjos, and for damn good reason.

Time for the "lost dog" story again. WWFF and srtnate and a couple more were driving the FS roads a couple of years ago, and went up Charlie's Crk road and out the real old Charlie's road to the site of the old amethyst mine, and were pooting around across the creek at the dead end looking for the actual mine. We'd found the old tailings piles and were heading back, when we met one of the banjo players relatives, walking down the trail from up toward the AT, carrying an aluminum box with a dipole antenna sticking out the end, muttering cuss words under his breath. We asked him what was wrong, and he told us he had a lost bar dawg (translation - bear tracking dog). His buddies had let him out over the ridge and he was walking around trying to find the dog by it's radio collar. As we got back to the parking area (and we'd had to use 4wd to get thru the mud to there), in roared a 70's vintage Chebby 2wd with 4 bald tires occupied by about 7 more of the banjo player's relatives and close friends. We told the walker we would keep our eyes out and let them know if we saw dogs, and we scooted before the banjo came out. As we went back up the road, I spotted a pair of slashed up hounds coming out of the woods. I stopped and talked them over and got a grip on the collars, and sent one of the party back to tell the 'neks we found some dogs.

The dogs are dripping blood on my boots from several slashes on the head and shoulders, and the girls are "poor things"ing, and WWFF is explaining to them we better not try to first aid them, given the nature of the owners, when up pulls the Chebby and crew. Now, they had been a little cool towards us city folk the first encounter, but they were real nice this time. They thanked us, and said the bar dawgs were bad to chase hawgs (feral pigs or maybe real wild hogs) and had "got inter it wif 'em and got cut sum". Then they got a deer leg and a hog leg out of the truck bed and demonstrated to the girls how you told the difference in the tracks. They told us ifen we ever got in trouble up thar to give them a holler and they'd come arunnin' ta holp us (notify them if we needed aid and they would respondg quickly to help - they still use the old declension of the verb to help - help, holp, holpen...).

I Mama's still on the causeway???

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