My daughter and I made a 2 day 1night trip to the Smokys for her first backcountry camp. We head to site #18. After setting up camp we decided to do some fishing. Well she fished and I watched for the first round. We fished both an yellow EHC and a Thunderhead. Over an hour she got at least 15 good strikes. Just a little slow on the set. But eventually she got two small ones in that 4-5" slot. After dinner she decided she wanted to read next to the fire for a bit so I fished abiot 20 minuts right next to the camp site and picked up 2 in the 6 inch range.
After that we decide to settle down and relax after some play time on the bear cables. I know I shouldn't but it was too tempting. But I won't post the pictures. But it brought up an interesting discussion when she asked me if they shouldn't be called No Bear Cables.
Anyways the next morning we packed up and hiked out and headed to the Carriage House for a warm breakfast. Then we decided to head up high for Brook trout. All I can say is wow, the action was on. Again we used the EHC and Thunderhead. We also later added on a copper john dropper whic hworked well also, I am confident that she missed about 20-25 strikes over 4 hours. But she caught her share as well. We are debating if her big catch is a long distance release or a full fledged catch. As a side note, I usually don't bring a net, but I should have. I guess we are used to just pulling bluegills out of the water from the line of our spinning rods. She made that mistake often. She had on what was easily a 10 inch brook, got it in to her feet and picked it up out of the water by the tippet. It stayed on about two seconds before ... plop. No picture. Well she did get about 5 in the 4-6 inch range and an 8 incher in to hand.
I got about 10 to hand withe big one being in the 8" inch range.
Should have taken more pics but the camera died on us about an two hours in. We were on the creek for about 4 hours. There are some big ones out there that wouldn't take. I saw two that were definitely in the 11/12 inch range. They were big. They would look at our fly and snub it. I let her cast to one that we saw from a distance. It came up twice and missed the fly by an inch each time. I couldn't figure that out. It was a blast. We ended the day with a swim in the Little River at the Wye.
It was a great two days!