ijsouth
06-03-2008, 09:31 PM
Well, we waited patiently until the girls were out of school - finally, they were free of its talons, and we could travel back up to the mountains. The recent reports were very encouraging, and we pointed the car north. Unfortunately, because I developed my once-a-decade case of insomnia, I wasn't very well rested when we started off Friday night. I had to make a lot of stops along the way to catch a few winks, so it took us a lot longer than normal to make it up there. We had planned to fish Saturday morning, evening, and most of the day Sunday; we would leave late that afternoon, and I would get down the road a ways before checking in somewhere for the night, followed by a leisurely trip home Monday. Of course, that all changed - we decided, since we missed out on Saturday morning, to hang around Monday for the fish-out on Lynn Camp...more on that in a bit. In the meantime, we checked in, the girls got to swim a bit, we got some pizza, then headed out late that afternoon for Cosby. While there wasn't a blizzard of yellow sallies, there was a fairly steady presence of them, and the specs were feeding fairly well. I picked up about 15, and while most of them were pretty small, they were all very colorful - in fact, they seemed to be rather on the dark side for this time of year:
http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s243/ijsouth/IMGP0134.jpg
Most of them were caught on a Mr Rapidan, #18, although I think just about any light colored fly would work.
The next day, we headed for Cataloochee, and what would prove to be one of the most frustrating days on the water that I have ever experienced. We fished Palmer Creek, right near the trailhead; I've done fairly well there before, and I had heard from some departing fishermen that there were some others fishing higher up on the trail. I was able to generate strikes on a fairly consistent basis, but I missed the hookset in just about every conceivable way. I could have easily landed 20 fish in a few hours, but I missed all but one of them:
http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s243/ijsouth/IMGP0135.jpg
All three of my girls fished as well...the twins were able to get a few strikes, but nothing landed...my oldest was even more frustrated - no hits, and she wanted to change locations. I took the picture just to prove to her that trout were there.
We eventually headed over to Straight Fork for the evening. At first, it was pretty slow - I semi-landed a trout that flopped off at my feet...not sure if it was a brown or a bow. We headed up to the bridge crossing, where I continued to miss strikes. Finally, I got a solid hookset on this fellow:
http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s243/ijsouth/IMGP0136.jpg
He gave me quite a tussle, especially when he got into the current a bit - actually hit the reel briefly. While I've caught a brookie in the Smokies that was longer, I don't think I've caught one bigger than this one...a real solid fish, and again very dark and colorful.
On the way back to the hotel, I stopped at a spot that looked promising, and completed a daily slam on a day that was otherwise quite frustrating:
http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s243/ijsouth/IMGP0137.jpg
The next day, we drove back over the mountains to Lynn Camp...I decided to leave the camera in the trunk, but I did snap this nice picture at an overlook on the Blue Ridge Parkway, just before its terminus:
http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s243/ijsouth/IMGP0138.jpg
We weren't the first to hit Lynn Camp, but there weren't too many people ahead of us. We haven't fished this stream that much, and we've had mixed results. I find it to be quite different from the other streams we frequent. Cosby is basically one plunge pool after another, particularly high up. Straight Fork and Palmer Creek are similarly sized, but they seem to have a gentler flow, with a lot of productive pocket water. Lynn Camp, at least where I've fished it, seems to have a lot of large, deep runs with a lot of water flowing through. The rainbows like to hang out right on the edge of the heavy water, and I find it difficult in places to get a good drift. We went higher than we had before, but I suspect that we really needed to go much further - we started fishing a little past where Marks Creek empties into Lynn Camp. The action started slowly, but gradually picked up as the day wore on. I did much better on my hooksets, and ended up with 10 - all between 4 - 7 inches. I picked up the last few on nymphs, which I particularly enjoyed because I probably don't fish them enough...it's good to build some confidence. My oldest struck out totally, which left her steaming...I tried to tell her it's a lot about "horses for courses"...Lynn Camp just isn't our stream, I guess.
I noticed a lot of people heading up the trail with spinning or spincasting gear...it's hard not to be snobbish - I try not to be, but when you run into situations like this, it's hard not to. A fellow stopped on his hike up the trail to ask how I was doing. I told him, and it was then I noticed his gear - a spinning rig that would be ideal for bass, or even light saltwater. I also noticed the cigarette dangling from his mouth as he complained about the uphill nature of the trail - he asked if it ever leveled off or "went the other way", i.e. downhill. I tried to explain to him that you wouldn't start "going the other way" until you reached the crest of the mountains, several miles away. I noticed he turned around and headed back for the parking lot not long after that.
The guys at the check-in station told me that, while a lot of people caught nothing, one fellow brought in 58 - impressive by any standards. I was happy with what I had...I wouldn't want to clean that many fish. I probably would have picked up a few more if I was alone, but that's not really the point anyway - I enjoy spending time with my kids, especially since time is at such a premium when they're in school. I was able to put my entire catch, stringer and all, into one gallon ziplock bag filled with ice and water - when I got home, I just chucked it into the freezer...I'll grill them up this weekend.
http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s243/ijsouth/IMGP0134.jpg
Most of them were caught on a Mr Rapidan, #18, although I think just about any light colored fly would work.
The next day, we headed for Cataloochee, and what would prove to be one of the most frustrating days on the water that I have ever experienced. We fished Palmer Creek, right near the trailhead; I've done fairly well there before, and I had heard from some departing fishermen that there were some others fishing higher up on the trail. I was able to generate strikes on a fairly consistent basis, but I missed the hookset in just about every conceivable way. I could have easily landed 20 fish in a few hours, but I missed all but one of them:
http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s243/ijsouth/IMGP0135.jpg
All three of my girls fished as well...the twins were able to get a few strikes, but nothing landed...my oldest was even more frustrated - no hits, and she wanted to change locations. I took the picture just to prove to her that trout were there.
We eventually headed over to Straight Fork for the evening. At first, it was pretty slow - I semi-landed a trout that flopped off at my feet...not sure if it was a brown or a bow. We headed up to the bridge crossing, where I continued to miss strikes. Finally, I got a solid hookset on this fellow:
http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s243/ijsouth/IMGP0136.jpg
He gave me quite a tussle, especially when he got into the current a bit - actually hit the reel briefly. While I've caught a brookie in the Smokies that was longer, I don't think I've caught one bigger than this one...a real solid fish, and again very dark and colorful.
On the way back to the hotel, I stopped at a spot that looked promising, and completed a daily slam on a day that was otherwise quite frustrating:
http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s243/ijsouth/IMGP0137.jpg
The next day, we drove back over the mountains to Lynn Camp...I decided to leave the camera in the trunk, but I did snap this nice picture at an overlook on the Blue Ridge Parkway, just before its terminus:
http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s243/ijsouth/IMGP0138.jpg
We weren't the first to hit Lynn Camp, but there weren't too many people ahead of us. We haven't fished this stream that much, and we've had mixed results. I find it to be quite different from the other streams we frequent. Cosby is basically one plunge pool after another, particularly high up. Straight Fork and Palmer Creek are similarly sized, but they seem to have a gentler flow, with a lot of productive pocket water. Lynn Camp, at least where I've fished it, seems to have a lot of large, deep runs with a lot of water flowing through. The rainbows like to hang out right on the edge of the heavy water, and I find it difficult in places to get a good drift. We went higher than we had before, but I suspect that we really needed to go much further - we started fishing a little past where Marks Creek empties into Lynn Camp. The action started slowly, but gradually picked up as the day wore on. I did much better on my hooksets, and ended up with 10 - all between 4 - 7 inches. I picked up the last few on nymphs, which I particularly enjoyed because I probably don't fish them enough...it's good to build some confidence. My oldest struck out totally, which left her steaming...I tried to tell her it's a lot about "horses for courses"...Lynn Camp just isn't our stream, I guess.
I noticed a lot of people heading up the trail with spinning or spincasting gear...it's hard not to be snobbish - I try not to be, but when you run into situations like this, it's hard not to. A fellow stopped on his hike up the trail to ask how I was doing. I told him, and it was then I noticed his gear - a spinning rig that would be ideal for bass, or even light saltwater. I also noticed the cigarette dangling from his mouth as he complained about the uphill nature of the trail - he asked if it ever leveled off or "went the other way", i.e. downhill. I tried to explain to him that you wouldn't start "going the other way" until you reached the crest of the mountains, several miles away. I noticed he turned around and headed back for the parking lot not long after that.
The guys at the check-in station told me that, while a lot of people caught nothing, one fellow brought in 58 - impressive by any standards. I was happy with what I had...I wouldn't want to clean that many fish. I probably would have picked up a few more if I was alone, but that's not really the point anyway - I enjoy spending time with my kids, especially since time is at such a premium when they're in school. I was able to put my entire catch, stringer and all, into one gallon ziplock bag filled with ice and water - when I got home, I just chucked it into the freezer...I'll grill them up this weekend.