Hit the road at 5am to beat the heat and to meet my good friend Matt on the stream Tuesday. The "Hot and Now"sign got me hot and bothered, so I swung in for a buzz while listening to Mountain Mornings on WNCW. Tony Rice was singing "Brown Mountain Lights" when I took my first sip.
|Fuel. WNCW and the Filet Mignon of doughnuts.|
The river was 60 degrees at 6:45 am and had plenty of water. The fishing was never hot, but did slow as the day grew warmer. I duped 6 into the net by 11:30, then hit the pavement home.
|first fish of the day|
Bonus time came after a phone call revealed I was free to 4pm! I swung off the road on the way home, under the steamy miday sun and wet my feet again. This stream was 70 degrees, the air temp was 90 degrees, and the fishing was TOUGH. The little guy below kept the skunk off. I left the water early in search of a watering hole. Thank you Highland Gaelic.
Early this week I made plans to take some guys to a swimming hole today. This morning I rose at a civil time, and we departed for the swimming hole at 9:30am. I threw a rod in the car just in case I got a chance to prospect the waters for bows and browns. I dreamed of finding a chunky brown in one of the deep holes. Third cast, I found the surprise below.
|Wild Appalachian Brook Trout|
|Salamander Eggs. You can see eye balls and tails. Appalachian caviar.|
|colorful brookie. reds, black, blue, oranges, greens, and white.|
I presume the water quality of this stream is great after finding these painted char. The one above looked aged, even though he was small.
PS. The fly in the fishes mouth above is a BH flashback CDC Pheasant Tail. I picked it up in Colorado, and it has been a great fly on wild streams.
Go fish. I probably can't for a while.