Saturday, September 27, 2008

S. Holston River, Tennessee


A lovely southern tailwater, with prolific sulfur hatches and lots of healthy, wild brown trout. The river has the character of a spring creek, with slow moving, gin clear water and big educated fish. A week before I got there, a fisherman and his guide landed an 8 lb. brown on a size 26 midge, using 7x fluorocarbon tippet matterial. I didn't manage anything approaching 8 lbs. but did manage to hook several nice browns on dry flys (using mono) in a nice setting.

The river is nestled in the Smoky Mountains, and the day I fished they were capped by low hanging clouds and mist, creating a magical atmosphere that transported me in my mind to more familiar western trout rivers, like the Green on a rainy fall day. And rain it did, but like the blue wings back home, the sulfurs seemed to be encouraged by the blustry weather. The trout didn't seem to mind either, as they greedily fed on emergers and duns for 2 hrs as the rain came down. In between the gusts of wind, I was able to hook several fish on size 16-18 comparaduns and size 22 befus emergers. It was a really nice day on the water, for Everett and myself.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Erie

Four leggers.


Sunset from the deck of Ky's parents place on Lake Erie; Cleveland, OH.

Monday, August 18, 2008

Wagons East!


I am, unequivocally, a "western" kid. I say this because I was born, raised, and until recently, resided in the "west." That is, the western United States (of America), and specifically the state of Utah. (Utah is a terrible place - don't ever go there. Especially the rivers. They are dorky.)

But now the time has come to cast off the bowline and begin the next great adventure in my life: a year-long wilderness experience, in the most terrifying wilderness I can fathom -

the "east."

Actually, I couldn't be more excited. My better 2/3rds is gearing up to finish her Masters degree at Duke University in Durham, so we are off to explore new rivers and lakes, new forests, new mountains, new cities and new people, new food and new experiences.

You won't see many desert trip reports for a while, or many dory shots. But if you check back now and then you will see a glimpse into the world of a "western" kid pointing the wagon east.

Happy trails to you.

Friday, August 15, 2008

Hermit

When we got to Granite Falls, the water was high (17K?) and the right side run just looked unreasonable. The first couple waves at the top fed this big, nasty hole and being late in the day, we decided to stop and drink the hole away.

We ran Granite the next morning on lower (but rising) water, and the run was textbook for everyone. Seriously steep and deep!

When we got to Hermit, the water was back up (15-17k?) and the waves were going off. I figured a huge chance of a flip, so I decided to try and cheat the left side with Whit in my boat. Larry and Iris were going down the middle. Ray, Bug, Mikey and Dave would watch, shoot pictures, and decide which way they wanted to go after seeing how we fared.

Larry and Iris had a great run down the gut, with Iris at the oars.

Larry and Iris between waves 4 and 5. Ray Bloxham photos.

My run was a little more interesting. I pushed hard from right to left over the tongue and firmly into the left side.

Kept pushing...

and a big lateral wave from the left side pushed me right into the middle of the tongue.

So I went with it, and ended up having a big, fun run.


Whitney getting a front tube to the face in the 5th Wave. Ouch! Sorry Whit.



Taking some heavy tailwaves.



Thursday, June 26, 2008

Little Dorky

A little more than a week from now, with thanks to my good buddy Dave, I'll be at Lee's Ferry getting ready to push off into the Colorado to float 297 unbelievable miles of river with 7 friends, taking 21 days.

Dave's dory "Hellgrammite" will ride again, after a flawless on-sight run last year. I'll be rowing the gear barge - my 16' Achilles HD bucket boat, with the help of Ginger the Kid. Larry will split duty with Iris rowing brother Al's NRS cataraft, and Bug will be rowing Blue Boy. Whitney and Dave's pop are also along. A fine crew, almost everyone an experienced boatman.

Happy trails to you, until we meet again.