Started off at Metcalf Bottoms. Caught this monster, I call him a "Smoky Mountain Bonefish" :
Went up above Treemont and fished a few pools. Only made it about a mile or so before my legs gave out. Met a really nice fellow and his wife and daughters. Talked to them a minute and he gave me some tips on my midge/nymph selection, but I was too disgusted for not having caught anything (and I was about to pass out from hiking), so I didn't linger long before getting back to fishing a few nice pools. Saw some really nice hatches and watched several flies land on the water and stay for a long time with absolutely no rise, so I took off my dry and went to a straight nymph and tried some high sticking. No results. Out of the entire weekend, I saw two rises, by trout, to my flies. One was at MB and the other at the bridge at Treemont. I won't give up thought and will try again in the Fall and definitely next Spring (if I don't have to move to get a new job):
I saw a wild boar when I was driving up to Treemont (early in the morning). He was black as coal and looked like a bear. Tried to take a picture, but he just blended in.