whitetailfreak
Senior Member
It was a cool 55 degress when I parked my truck at the trailhead on the Tennessee side of the Smokies and hit the trail for a 2 mile hike into the mountains where colorful Southern Appalachian Brook Trout thrive and have done so for thousands of years.
I finally got to the section of the creek where I wanted to be and gink'd up a #12 Smoky Mountain. It didn't take long for the first jewel of the high country to attack my dry fly.
For the next few hours I brought Speck after Speck to hand including several dandies.
This creek is characterized by large plunge pools with boulders the size of Volkswagens and tall waterfalls that require hands and knees climbing and pulling yourself up by overhanging Laurels.
Hunting bear in the mountains is part of my heritage. Chasing big woods bucks in November and December is a passion, and hearing a mountain gobbler respond to my call in the Spring gets my heart racing but seeing a Speckled Trout take a dry fly is a thrill unlike any other.
I finally got to the section of the creek where I wanted to be and gink'd up a #12 Smoky Mountain. It didn't take long for the first jewel of the high country to attack my dry fly.
For the next few hours I brought Speck after Speck to hand including several dandies.
This creek is characterized by large plunge pools with boulders the size of Volkswagens and tall waterfalls that require hands and knees climbing and pulling yourself up by overhanging Laurels.
Hunting bear in the mountains is part of my heritage. Chasing big woods bucks in November and December is a passion, and hearing a mountain gobbler respond to my call in the Spring gets my heart racing but seeing a Speckled Trout take a dry fly is a thrill unlike any other.
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