Warning: No fish were caught during the making of this blog post! I warned you in the beginning, but I’ll say it again for those still reading. Sometimes the fishing gods find it necessary to test us. Those words have never rang more true than on this fine week in Great Smoky Mountains National Park.Continue reading “Great Smoky Mountains: Sept 2020 (Part 3)”
More from Smoky Mountains NP.
Sometimes the fishing gods find it necessary to test our resolve, to throw everything at us (including the kitchen sink). Just to see how badly we want that fish. In 2020, it should be no surprise that the fishing gods had just such a trip in plan for me.
Smallwater spotted bass and big topwater flies. What more could a guy want?
Mark the date on your calendar: Saturday August 8, 2020. The day this new post-COVID world finally got to my wife.
Bidding farewell to Lake Granby and the IPWA, we swung a right on US-34E and began our brief trek towards the western entrance to Rocky Mountain National Park.
One last day in the IPWA.
Upon learning we planned to hike and fish the trail, the manager (a man who looked the part of a life long forest service employee) remarked: “That trail? A man died on that trail two weeks ago. Heart Attack. Maybe 50. Some girls found him half-way up…”
Though no insects were hatching, I tied on a #14 snowshoe hare yellow sally pattern left over from a spring visit to the Smokies and began the day prospecting a small pool overhung by dense vegetation. Within moments I was on the board…
A creature of solitude, I made the decision to surrender my position to the approaching horde and retreated to the roadway.