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By woolly bugger
#701671

GSMNP / BRFFF Roundup

Good times!

so glad I got to go,

Fishing was great, but the catching was so so.

I worked a couple of pools way too long, and perhaps should have explored more especially on the second day. Those slick rocks made wading tough, and my knee didn't like it at all.

Ken's Dutch oven cooking was most delicious, as was both dinners.

I hit Palmer along the Pretty Hollow Trail and had to work really hard to bring some rainbows and brookies to hand, and taking pictures proved a problem too, with uncooperative fish. I was just past the horse camp when I realized that I had forgotten my old man stick. Almost went back for it, but decided to give it a go without, fortunately Palmer isn't nearly as slick as the other streams. The best brookie was about 9 inches. Then I fished up about 350 yards up Pretty Hollow Creek where the catching improved dramatically.

Thanks, Ken for putting this together! It was great to get away.

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By woolly bugger
#701686

April 27 2021
Gas Over and back on one tank... @ $2.45

sunny 56 - 84

since I invested in a TN annual license and they aren't generating on the SoHO, I went back again for more punishment.
I left a littler later than usual and planned to stay til dusk. I listened to the rest of the Letters from War, Washington Post Podcast on the way over. What I found interesting is a firsthand account of the battle for Kwajalein, where I lived for 3 years...

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Despite arriving at 10 there were plenty of spots to park along the river. I hit the area that I had planned to fish the other day, and chose the lower run hoping to fish the upper reach in the late afternoon.

It was pleasant in the fifties, not a cloud in the sky with the promise of a hot afternoon. Fist cast with the nymph rig (splitback with a RS2 dropper) brought a small brown to hand. I proceeded to work the water and bring brown after brown to hand. The I saw a fish rise on the far side across multiple conflicting currents. Then another rise. hmmm this might get interesting...

I scanned the water to see if I could determine what they were feeding on. I tied on a #18 olive comparadun with a trailing shuck and targeted the risers. The liked the fly!

I switched back and forth from dry fly to nymphs several times with different flies.

Several bigger fish were hooked and brought to the net and a few broke off or became unbuttoned.

Things slowed down after lunch and I was done by 4:30


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By woolly bugger
#701739


PFF has resumed with numero 41! In the 22 years since this thing started we've only missed holding two of the bi-annual events, both last year due to covid

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I arrived Thursday afternoon and set up camp -- a number had already arrived and pitched their tents but there was plenty of space for more. I popped the top on some barley pops and decompressed for the rest of the evening catching up with the gang and making plans for the next day.

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Dinner was served and campfire was lit. Nobody fell in the fire.

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It was fairly cold that night with temps in the 30s.

next morning there was a beautiful sunrise but it took a while for the sun to warm us up while we drank camp coffee.


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Then groups of us descended upon the crossroad restaurant.

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Troutfanatic and I headed out to the soho to search for sulfurs and rising trouts.

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Finding gas was sketchy, I was able to fill up in Winston and I thought it might be best to top off the tank at The Store.

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Back at camp as the sun was setting, we had a dinner of spaghetti and meatballs.

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and we burned a lot of wood as this night promised to be colder.

the next morning sunny skies greeted us again.

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I made a beer swap with Eric Troutman (26 Acres) and popped the top on the Reptar Juice IPA before heading back to the SoHo for more sulfur action

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When I returned the crew was cooking the evening meal.

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Then more beer and campfire action.

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It wasn't cold Saturday night, maybe as low as 50.

Sunday morning was spent drinking coffee and packing up camp.

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Tim, Joe, and Jason floated the Holston for smallies and had a productive day.

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Jfey had a productive day on the Beaverdam with two good fish, despite reports of the river not fishing too well.

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Fred euroed the SoHo with his usual results.

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After packing up and saying goodbyes, I headed to the Beaverdam.
After cruising through Damascus to spy hippie chicks at Trail Days, I headed back to the river, but my Tire Pressure Light came on, OH crap! No cell service along the river. I pulled off and checked the tires, left front was a smidge low. I didn't want to park and come back to a flat, so I headed back to the crossroads to look for air. The other restaurant was open and I ran into Allen and sat down for breakfast with him before topping off that tire and then I headed back down to fish for a while.
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And that about wraps things up for PFF v41!

Somewhere between 30 and 35 peeps showed up and it was grand!
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By woolly bugger
#701789

Word got out that there was going to be a low flow event during some work up at the damn dam. Dougfish sent a text saying he was headed out. I left a short time later after finishing some chores.

We were the only ones at the mirror plant....

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birds doing bird things...

The field was grown up and there was no clear path through the high grass. I made my way to the upper reach of the riffely water and jumped in. I tossed a rubber legs for a bit but then I saw some risers along with sulfurs popping off.

Tied on a #16 comparadun and targted a riser. boom!

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I then proceeded to put some fish down. The flow was a measly 42cfs at the dam with about the same coming in from a feeder creek. Low and clear made it tough.

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Dougfish was below me and I waded down towards him to stash my beer in the river. He came up and took a break for lunch and offered up space in his little cooler. We heard a couple of pileated woodpeckers along with many other unidentified birds.

We drank a beer and watched the hatch with fish rising steadily as the sulfurs continued to pop off. It looked like easy pickings, and I said to dougfish, "we should be fishing now, instead of drinking beer." As soon as we got up the fish stopped rising and the bugs were sparce.

I put a couple of fish down but saw another one that took the fly willingly.

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Then it was time for another beer.

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Shortly after popping the tops, we noticed the fish rising again.

I managed to pick off one after our second beer break.

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I was hoping to stay late as it looked like there could be an epic evening rise.

We sat down again and drank our last beer and once again watch fish rise. I picked one out and told dougfish to get after it as soon as his beer was finished.
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He made a valiant attempt, but the fish was not interested. He had to leave and left the water to me.

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As soon as he was up the trail into the field, I caught the fish he left behind.

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I caught another one shortly after that and I thought things might start to improve. But the water started to come up and that ended the day.


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five hours, five fish, three beers.

best part of the day was sitting on the bank talking to dougfish and drinking beer like old times...
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By woolly bugger
#701835

Rhody called / texted and we were discussing the brood x opportunities that might be happening on the Yadkin River. I had been thinking about the SoHo and that’s what we ended up deciding to do. I was thinking that the little yellow bugs would be popping off in the afternoon like I had seen the week before. We planned to meet on the river between 9 and 10. I was out the door at a quarter to 7 with some cold leftover pizza and some hot coffee in hand. Tuned into the latest TailerTrashPodcast for the drive over. I made one stop for gat @ $2.89, which is a buck higher than this time last year. I called Jamie and we planned to meet at the fly shop… but they ended up not being open. I the past I recalled that they were open on Sunday mornings… We headed on down the road to an old favorite location and geared up while catching up, it’s been a while…

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Make hay while the sun shines…

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DSFK

There were a few bugs on the water and a few fish rising sporadically. I waded out and targated a riser and the knot on the “new” leader snapped. This 6x Orvis leader had been in the car for 2, 3, maybe four years, my bad for trusting it. I clipped off about a foot and tied on some fresh 6.5x tippet.

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Meanwhile Rhody stepped into his spot and proceeded to whack some nice browns, one after another.
I moved up into some broken water and caught some browns and rainbows.

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It was approaching beer thirty as the day was getting hot.

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More fish were caught and then we broke for a shore lunch. We solved a few of the world's problems and then got back out on the water, waiting for the bugs to start coming off in earnest. But that didn’t happen, and we decided a move upriver was in order.

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This is a
PHILOSOPHICAL IDEOLOGIES OF MORALISTIC INDIGNATION
DOUBLE INDIA PALE ALE
ABV 8.5%, IBU 48
COLOR; A GLIMPSE INTO THE UNKNOWN
from Burial Beer Company...

it's a big beer :cool

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We were hoping that the afternoon pulse would kick off a hatch but that came and went, and nothing really got started on the surface. When we moved, I had loaded Rhody’s rod in the Honda, when we got to the new spot, I grabbed the wrong rod and as we were walking in, I kept thinking that the rod looked short. Only when I went to cast did I realize that I had the 6.5’ one ounce rod. Well damn, I’ll give it a shot, better than walking back out and switching rods I thought and fighting the browns in fast water with a 2 wt was a challenge.

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We waited and waited and then Rhody moved on and I stayed and waited. Sat on the bank for quite a while and still nothing much happened until the sun started to go down. A sparce hatch started along with some egg laying sulfurs. It was enough to get fish to rise. However, they were mostly punes and picky at that. I got a couple of dozen to smack the fly but few came to hand.

AS the sun set, I moved on up to another run on the way out. There more fish were rising, and I saw a 20” brown come completely out of the water chasing a yellow bug. Damn. Now I’ve been fishing the same fly for the past 6 hours, and when I cast to a large riser the fish took the fly but it snapped off the 6.5x tippet. Damnit. It was about 8:40 now and it was getting difficult to see the fly on the water. But the fish didn’t have a problem and when I got the fly in the lane the fish would rise. I caught a few more and then it was really getting too dark to see.

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I got home just before midnight.
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