I had to run some errands yesterday, which involved a lot of driving, a quick stop by 3 Rivers (have I mentioned how lucky we are to have so many good fly shops within a couple hour drive?), and a wee bit of fishing up in the hills.
What seemed like "a bit out of the way" turned into a long, slow and winding detour, involving a Blount County deputy who took the time to find out exactly how fast I wasn't getting anywhere. Thanks, that was most helpful.
I was mighty glad to get feet in water, and things started looking up.
particularly the trout. The stimi that was too big last weekend was just the right size...
I moved upstream into a tornado-hit area, and the average size bumped up. Seems like the debris field has been keeping the rif raf out
…or maybe it was these guys? Hopped over a log and this cutie was ambushing mice on the other side. She crawled under the rock before I could get a decent photo.
All in all better than my last couple stops by the big river at home, which have been uniformly crappie... but still better than being at my desk.