We tried using buzzbaits, trick worms, speed worms, and wacky-hooked worms.
A couple hours fishing yielded four smallish-sized bass from the backs of coves.
They seemed to prefer the white cats, though, and indeed, all over the Georgia Power cove, limb lines were strung about like Christmas lights.
Once on the water, however, these frustrations quickly evaporated. I've never spent a lot of time in north Georgia, and after boating around Lake Tugalo, I definitely intend to correct this mistake.
As promised in the fishing guides, at places cliffs do rise up a 1,000 feet from the water's edge, and everywhere there's a sense of floating at the tops of mountains -- which in fact you are, as the lake sits on top of a deep gorge at the confluence of the Chatooga and Tallulah Rivers.
The turbidity of the river water was a tell-tale sign of recent North Georgia rains.
Locals fishing the mud line pulled in a stringer full of white catfish.