From Cosby Campground to "A Mansion Just Over the Hilltop"

[JoeFred]

My love of fishing in the Smokies came from my parents and five siblings getting to escape the farm each summer for a week of camping in Chimneys Campground and, later on, at Cosby. My mother made it all happen. Many times as a kid perched on boulders in the West Prong of the Little Pigeon River I was mesmerized by the small trout holding in the rapid flow below. I’m thinking, “Man! How would you ever catch one of those? I mean... the ‘floater’ is not going to stay in place long enough for anything to bite!” It was not until nearly fifty years later when I discovered the sport that I first caught a trout on a fly in the park. After a seven year hiatus in Nashville, my wife, whom I met at the Cosby Campground over 40 years ago, and I returned to East Tennessee in 2007. Just last year I caught my first speckled trout… out of Cosby Creek.

My dear mother passed away yesterday at the age of 95. I can stll visualize her cooking on the little Coleman.

JF

[BlueRaiderFan]

Sorry to hear that, Fred. Hard to lose a parent. Keep your chin up.

[whitefeather]

Joe,

My sincere condolences on the passing of your mother. Moms are the most special people in all the world!

[Crockett]

Fred I am so sorry to hear about that. I wish I had taken Jack up there to meet her and hear stories about his great mamaw. I know you are ok but if you need anything friend let me know.
Adam

[silvercreek]

My condolences, Joe.

[caught 108]

Sorry about your loss.Prayers are sent,Mom's are the Best.

[pmike]

It's never easy to experience the passing of one we love, especially one who invested so much into our lives by way of loving, caring for, and nurturing us. I pray the pleasant memories of the past along with the eternal hope in Jesus of the future, will eclipse the present grief of your Mom's having passed.

God Bless & Comfort you and your family in Jesus' Name,

Mike

[MadisonBoats]

Originally Posted by JoeFred

My love of fishing in the Smokies came from my parents and five siblings getting to escape the farm each summer for a week of camping in Chimneys Campground and, later on, at Cosby. My mother made it all happen. Many times as a kid perched on boulders in the West Prong of the Little Pigeon River I was mesmerized by the small trout holding in the rapid flow below. I’m thinking, “Man! How would you ever catch one of those? I mean... the ‘floater’ is not going to stay in place long enough for anything to bite!” It was not until nearly fifty years later when I discovered the sport that I first caught a trout on a fly in the park. After a seven year hiatus in Nashville, my wife, whom I met at the Cosby Campground over 40 years ago, and I returned to East Tennessee in 2007. Just last year I caught my first speckled trout… out of Cosby Creek.

My dear mother passed away yesterday at the age of 95. I can stll visualize her cooking on the little Coleman.

JF

I offer my condolences to you and your family! She will always be with you and live through you! I enjoy reading your post and I could visualize it very well.
Blessings to you bud!
SM

[Ky Tim]

Sorry to hear about your mother. I am sure it is not easy, but you have the memories and hopefully they will bring you comfort through the years.

[GrouseMan77]

I'm very sorry to hear about your mother and will keep your family in my prayers.