My mother was born in Sevierville and my family spent a part of every summer up there back before the onslaught of Dollywood. I would watch my grandfather fish in the Park while we picniced and jumped rocks. I caught my first trout when I was 13 and have traveled back to these mountains every year since for the last 45 years in search of those wiley trout. My son is now 13 and has been fishing on the same waters as my grandfather taught me for the past 7 years....the last two he has gone purely to the long rod. While all around the Park has grown to be one big tourist mecca the one thing that remains constant is the magic of these wonderful mountains and the pull of its waters. My son has been able to enjoy and know this part of my youth without having to listen to me say how it used to be....for this I am eternally thankful.