I appreciate the moral support guys. All I every seem to need to get excited about fishing is the old "they're there and will be biting tomorrow" encouragement.
It may be my lack of hawkeyed vision that good flyfishers have (or my loud feet) but I rarely seem to see trout while I am wading the Clinch. particularly at the Church. I just drift my fly over "fishy" looking spots and hope for the best. When I go to the South Holston I see trout everywhere (usually making a bee line away from my aforemenetioned loud feet).