Summertime is officially here in the south and with it came the blazing heat. For the trout bum this means up early or up in elevation. So Saturday we decided on one of our favorite blue lines and an evening starting time as a little change of pace. We arrived to see our little slice of heaven was the obvious site of the official 4th of July pregame camping weekend. Since our destination was a feeder off of the main attraction I wasn't to worried. We struck out up the trail, each of us anticipating getting to our usual starting point. A beautiful waterfall that marks the beginning of the end... the start of the water holding the native brook trout we were in search of and the end of the road for their non-native relatives. We reached our staring point and I was the first to bushwack down the hill to the stream. I got our day off by spooking at least four in the first pool...but after letting them settle down a bit I was immediately hooked up. A poor hook set let our first speck of the day free before I could get him to hand. It was then KPV's turn. First cast and he was hooked up... poor hook set and speck number two was prematurely on his way. We were then high and low holed by these two guys...
( Note to self... self, probably not a good idea to bring Cephus and his ladies to blue line. ) In spite of our rude guests who found humor in running back and forth through each run until it resembled chocolate milk, brookies were caught.( I'm not sure if there are many things more fun than throwing attractor dries to brookies on a suicide mission. ) We ended up fishing until the light faded leaving us no choice but to head back down the trail and call it a day. Fun was had by one and all, although the trout hounds insisted they made more of their time than we did. I beg to differ... check out the pics below and decide for yourself!
Tight Lines Bitches!
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