June 23, 2020 #26
$101/3 = $33.67 per trip…
I’m invested in that Tennessee license so I’m trying to make the most of it especially considering that there aren’t a whole lot of other opportunities, the New might be fishable in mid-July and Pilpott dam won’t be fixed until much later this year.
I planned to fish some different spots but there were cars parked in those areas so I drove on down and not seeing any cars at one of my favorite pullouts I looked no further. Rod was rigged from the previous trip and I was on the water in my leaky Simms wader pants, a brand new pair are arriving on Thursday!
I worked my way down to the run and right off hooked a feisty bow it had a time getting it up to the net in the current. As I looked up I saw a guy standing in my run, where did he come from? Damn it, and he’s standing on the fish. Oh, well I’ll work my way down to the top of the run and then move on If he’s still fishing my spot.
The next little spot yielded a fat brown that probably went 15 inches and I thought today was going to be excellent. Next up was a troubled spot which always holds fish, I got a couple of easy ones on the front side and then asked for trouble by casting on the backside of the downed trees. It wasn’t always so jammed up with wood and I used to pull a couple of nice fish out of this spot. Well, I cast a few times and as the fly sank over the ledge I big brown took the fly and ran back up towards me so I was just able to get it up, over and around the submerged tree only to have it run back down, under and around the tangled mess of wood on the near side. Well that was exciting, fun, but tragic.
Finally, the guy standing in my run moved on, walked out the usual way, still couldn’t figure out where he came from, didn’t look like he was catching much other than the pune rainbows. I decided to rest the water for a bit and sat on the bank and drank a refreshing Lagunitas Little Sumpin Hazy IPA. While waiting I saw a number of risers hitting emergers, most were small but a few looked to be fun-sized, so I switched over to a dry.
Right off the bat, I caught a little brown and while releasing it, I noticed another hook in its jaw which was attached to a dropper… I can only conclude that since the flies were in good condition that the guy who left must have put too much pepper into the hook set.
I whacked a few more on the surface and then went to the main run which I love to nymph, but I couldn’t find a fish.. they still hadn’t returned to feeding after that guy finished pounding the water. Oh well, It was about time for lunch…
I moved on up to a different spot and found some DSFK near the deer hole.
The skies were threatening and the rain began light at first, easy enough to ignore but then it really started to come down hard and I made tracks back to the car to pick up a rain jacket.
By the time I made it back the rain became torrential and I sat in the open hatch and drank another Stone Tangerine Express IPA while deciding whether to stick it out or bail. Then along came the guy who had low holed me and he stopped and we talked for a while, turns out he was in a camper across the road – bastard and had recently moved back to TN from Utah. He’s also a fan of the double-handed rods and we talked about swinging soft hackled flies in the big flat area on high water. The rain continued and although he had rain gear on he sought shelter in his camper.
After another half hour, the rain began to let up and the radar indicated that it may stop soon, so I headed out and found some risers in another old favorite run. The fish were picky and it took a while to fool them. A couple missed the fly and weren’t to be seen again.
One was sipping in the slack water up against the bank. This would require a hero cast. The first was too far above and another may have been a tad short, but the third was on the money and the brown too to fly with vigor.
Moved again and picked off the occasional riser, could have caught more on a nymph, but it wouldn’t have been as rewarding as sight casting.