I know I have written about it before but it has been almost 40 years ago that I went on my first backpacking trip with my grandfather to this stream. It was the first week in April in either 1979 or 1980, blue whizzing cold, spitting little hard pellets of snow and I only caught one fish but I was hooked for life. This is also the stream that my great grandfather logged and where my grandfather was raised. I spent a good portion of my childhood hiking, fishing and coon hunting here. This past weekend I was fortunate enough to be able to backpack back into that same stream and reconnect with family that I haven't camped and fished with in many, many years. It was a rainy, damp few days but an experience I wouldn't trade for anything and hopefully one that we can repeat many more times.
In between the rain showers we were able to catch a few fish and they are just as beautiful as I remember. I didn't catch any lunkers, which would have been in the 8 to 10 inch range, but I did catch plenty of average sized fish for these waters. Southern Appalachian Brook Trout are not shy or picky, any fly the approximate size and color of a sulphur caddis was eaten with zeal.
I am by no means a photographer and all of these pictures were taken with a cell phone, even so, I believe the beauty of this mountain stream comes shining through.
It was a fantastic weekend with great people. I feel very thankful and blessed that I was able to enjoy this reunion with my family and with a stream that feels like family.
See you on the creek, Chris