Stories of huge fish rising to sulfurs with reckless abandon piqued our curiosity, so a few folks that had never fished the Clinch tailwaters made the long drive north and east...
We got rained on some. Cussed at TVA, the wind, TVA, the rain, TVA, the fish, TVA, kayaks, and TVA. Oh, and the mud (did I mention it rained?). Tried to get a handle on fishability/boatability at various flow levels, adjusted at short intervals seemingly designed by TVA solely to screw over our weekend. Had the wrong boats at the wrong level almost every time. Drank a bit of beer.
Fish were everywhere. A few were caught (short bus fish?), but most spent the weekend taunting us or getting dragged off on stringers by the locals (14-20 slot? yeah, right...). We attempted ritual sacrifices. A hat, a 4x4" signpost, an LED tailight, a phone, and a vintage 8' 4wt superfine, to little avail. I broke my boat and patched it with a stick and duct tape. Some of us took a break from fishing and enjoyed a brief swim.
Fish rising with reckless abandon? Found 'em.

BD was bored with micro-midges and went mountain climbing instead.

(I was waiting with camera poised to document the carnage, but he scrambled up just fine)
Trout? Meh. Who needs 'em.

All in all, a wonderful weekend.