River Run Bait & Tackle

08/04/2026

JUST A HEADS UP! I’ll be doing dill pickle peanuts this weekend!! Y’all come see us!! August 8th Saturday!

08/04/2026

HAPPY TUESDAY!

08/04/2026

Congratulations to Taylor Smith for winning a set of five bank poles! You can come Saturday August 8th to pick them up!

08/04/2026

08/03/2026

How about we do a raffle for a set of FIVE bank poles 10’ long and 1/2” diameter already rigged! WINNER MUST PICKUP FROM THE BAIT SHOP!
Will raffle when all spots are full!
$10 per spot
20 spots available
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Comment spot you want

1. Ira Medders
2. Taylor Smith
3. Kyle Hosmer
4. Brent Webb
5. Jed McDaniel
6. Jed McDaniel
7. Peggy Medders
8. Sean Harper
9. Lane Stone
10. Sean Harper
11. Ismael Arreguin
12. Brent Webb
13.Ismael Arreguin
14. Wesley Sears
15. Ira Medders
16. Taylor Smith
17. Kreed Tanner
18. Tiffany Brookins
19. Peggy Medders
20. Rhett Hosmer

08/03/2026

GOOD MORNING!

08/01/2026

We will be closed tomorrow 8-2-26! Grandbabies needed a quick beach trip with Mimi and Papa before school starts back ❤️

07/31/2026

HAPPY FRIDAY!

07/30/2026

JUST A HEADS UP! Pa Billy Ray will be running the Bait Shop this weekend! That means CASH ONLY! We are going to have some Mimi and Papa time with the kids and grandbabies before school starts back!

07/30/2026

Teach ’Em Country

Lord, teach these young’uns what they’re missin’,
Before the good Lord’s daylight slips away.
‘Cause a childhood ain’t measured by a phone in your hand,
But by the memories made at the end of the day.

Take ’em down to the river before the sun wakes up,
Where the Ocmulgee rolls quiet and slow.
Let ’em chunk a worm where the catfish hide,
And watch a cork dance to and fro.

Turn ‘em loose on a farm pond with a cane pole in hand,
Where a little ol’ bream feels bigger than life.
‘Cause a fish don’t have to weigh ten pounds
To make a kid grin ear to ear with pride.

Walk ’em through the turkey woods at daylight,
When a gobbler rattles the morning air.
Sit ’em in a deer stand on a frosty dawn,
And teach ‘em patience while God’s all around.

Let ‘em come home with muddy boots,
Briars in their socks and dirt on their knees.
Those are the kind of trophies worth keepin’,
More precious than all this world’s luxuries.

Teach ‘em to skip rocks across still water,
Catch lightning bugs in an old Mason jar,
Roast hot dogs over a cracklin’ fire,
And learn every constellated star.

Let ‘em laugh when Granddaddy swears,
“The one that got away would’ve sunk this boat!”
Even if everybody knows good and well
He’s stretchin’ that story just a little bit more.

Because one day these kids will grow up,
And the world will pull ‘em every which way.
I just pray they’ll remember the smell of fresh-cut hay,
The sound of a whip-poor-will at the close of day.

They’ll remember fish slime on their hands,
Turkey feathers in the springtime breeze,
A buck easing through the pines at dawn,
And the peace that only country living brings.

For God didn’t just make the woods for huntin’,
Or the rivers for fishin’ alone.
He made ’em to slow us down just enough
To remind us this old earth is His home.

So if you’ve got young’uns, don’t just raise ’em…
Teach ’em country.

Teach ’em to love what God created.
Teach ‘em to respect the land and the water.
Teach ‘em that the greatest riches in this life
Can’t be bought—they’re lived.

And if they grow up with muddy boots,
A fishing pole in one hand,
A thankful heart in the other,
And a love for the Lord who made it all…

Then I’d say you’ve done just fine.