Hey everybody. I've been lurking around this forum for a few weeks and like what I see very much.
I live at Folly Beach SC and have been crawling around the Smokys for about 30 years. I started flyfishing the GSMNP 20 years ago and have beat on much of them waters with passion and gusto. Tought my kids how to flyfish using the local method of cane pole and mono. Now my son can often outfish me and my daughter often will pull out the biggest trout of the trip. That really bugs the boy.
Although I live on a creek on the back side of our island I don't fish that much saltwater. Don't get me wrong, I do fish for reds and seatrout but I just dig mountain trout far more. Just being in a smoky mnt stream is so splendid that sometimes the fishing becomes secondary. Oh man I love it so much.
I've read some of the stories here from beginners. There's always one thing in common: the unbridled enthusiasm! I must relate to you a little story when I was still quite green(I'm only a bit less green now compared to someone like the late Mr. Carver whom I had the distinct pleasure of fishing with once on the Bradley).
I was crawling around in the Oconoluftee back in '90 and met up with an elderly and obviously well seasoned troutman. He was sitting on a rock poking through his flybox. We struck up a conversation. I asked him tens of questions and then I bent his ear with my newfound passion for flyfishin. The gentleman listened patiantly, smiling, and nodding. Finally when I stopped to catch my breath he put his hand on my shoulder and quietly said, "Son, I know what you're going through." Hehehe, I wasn't alone!
I cannot get enough of it. I dread sundown. Sometimes I'll drive up there solo for 4 or 5 days and fish 8 to 10 hours a day. Then I reluctantly drive home with sticks and moss in my hair and I can't remember what I had for meals. But I do remember every cast and drift and dimpling and taking of my fly and....
Oh man I love it soooo much....
Whoa....see?....there I go.
This Friday, 4/17, I'm picking up my son at Clemson U. and we're camping at Smokemont for a few days. He took a fly tie course and we'll be throwing his flies at them there trout in them water. There's at least one grand slam day on the menu this weekend.
Happy trails,
al