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Welcome to the Fishing Report from Townsend, Tennessee in the Great Smoky Mountains. At 4:49 am, the temperature is 40.5 degrees. Today’s high temperature will rise to about 70 degrees. Tonight’s low will be in the high 40’s. It should be sunny all day.
Tomorrow through Tuesday will be about the same. Then, it will be cooler with highs in the 60’s. By next weekend, lows at night are predicted to drop into the 30’s and possibly below freezing Saturday night. There is not much of a chance for rain through November 17th.
Little River is flowing at 38 cubic feet per second (cfs) or 1.28 feet on the flow gauge. Median flow for this date is 140 cfs. Average flow is 174 cfs. The water temperature is 53.8 degrees.
The guys at the shop are telling me, fishermen are doing well. Buddy had a good day on the West Prong of Little River. I can’t remember exactly how many trout Daniel told me he caught. I think it was between 20 and 30. Buddy always wears nice fly fishing camouflage shirts. What does that tell you? Stealth!
Stealth is so important. The sun is bright. The water is low. Trout are spooky.
Other anglers are doing well too. Some fishermen are doing best using nymphs. So, don’t go and just use dry flies unless that is what you want to do. Dries are working too. Try both.
The fishermen who are doing well, understand how to fish low water conditions. Maybe they are seasoned anglers, who have fished in all kinds of conditions in the Smokies. Maybe they are learning now.
Until the water temperature drops into the mid 40’s or lower, fishing is going to be pretty good. Fishing is best when the water temp is in the 50’s and low 60’s. When the water drops to 40 degrees, fishing is usually very slow. The trout’s metabolism slows. They don’t need much food to survive. That is natures way of getting these fish through the winter, alive. There is not much to eat for the average trout, during the winter.
Larger trout, browns in particular, eat other fish. When they reach a certain size, they become predators. After they finish spawning, they will be hungry. They will feed when the water is cold, for a few weeks.
It is still pretty here. We have not had wind so leaves are hanging on, or at least some are. Some of the trees are still colorful. It looks different from the front of our house now, which faces some of the mountains on this side of Cades Cove. We can see the mountains again, with less leaves on the trees. Our view is almost totally obscured during the Summer. It is nice to see the mountains. The view will get better when we get some wind.
We turned on the heat yesterday morning. Later in the day we opened the windows. It will be the same today. It is really nice outside after the morning chill is over.
I worked 10 hours yesterday, starting early. I quit about 3:30 pm. Then, it was football time. Wendy and Boyd came over. We ate shrimp and crab cakes until I was about to pop. I started working this morning at 4:45 am. But to me, it was 5:45 which is about my normal time. Paula and I didn’t change our clocks. We decided to remain on daylight savings time. We did it last year and liked it. I like going outside after work, and still enjoying daylight. Today, I will probably work until 3 pm your time, which is 4 pm my time. Sunset will be at 6:30 pm, my time.
No “falling back” or “springing forward” for us. This may go on forever. I lived under the old system way too long.
The weather experts say we are going to have a warm, dry early Winter. The drought is expected to persist for a while. I also read, Spring will come late this year in our region. It may turn cold late this winter. What we need is rain or snow.
Every morning, after daybreak, I go outside to scatter seed for the birds. For the past few weeks, I have been greeted every morning by a skunk. I haven’t seen the skunk, but I know it’s there. It was there last night when Wendy and Boyd left. It will be there this morning. That pole cat sends a signal, telling me to leave it alone.
I won’t mess with a skunk. That lesson was learned long ago. I was sprayed when I was a kid, doing something stupid. I will never forget that. My mother threw my clothes away.
Another time, decades ago, Wayne and I were camping and fishing in the park. I think we were at Smokemont. Every evening, when we were preparing dinner and eating, several skunks entered our camp, looking for a handout. They would even walk under the picnic table during dinner, while we were sitting there. It is hard to enjoy a meal, when skunks are stepping on your feet.
They didn’t spray, until Wayne picked up a handful of gravel, and threw it at one of the skunks. The animal turned around and let it go. We both ran into the darkness, laughing and cursing at the same time. We did not get a direct hit, thankfully.
When I was young, my sister’s German shepherd killed a solid white skunk. That was one tough dog. I had never seen a white skunk. I wanted the skin. So, I took it into our garage, leaving the big doors open, to skin the animal.
My mother offered to help, or maybe she was enlisted. I can’t remember. We worked on the skunk for a few minutes, then ran outside for fresh air. Then we went back to work. We never finished. We gave up. We laughed about that for years.
It came back to haunt me at times.
When my mother and I talked about something we detest, the skunk skinning story was sometimes mentioned, especially when it was favorable to her side of the debate.
“Byron, you should clean your room.” “I hate doing that”. “It’s not as bad as skinning a skunk”. She never forgot.
Have a great day and thank you for being here with us.
November 6, 2016