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
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.
Dinner was served and campfire was lit. Nobody fell in the fire.
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.
Then groups of us descended upon the crossroad restaurant.
Troutfanatic and I headed out to the soho to search for sulfurs and rising trouts.
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.
Back at camp as the sun was setting, we had a dinner of spaghetti and meatballs.
and we burned a lot of wood as this night promised to be colder.
the next morning sunny skies greeted us again.
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
When I returned the crew was cooking the evening meal.
Then more beer and campfire action.
It wasn't cold Saturday night, maybe as low as 50.
Sunday morning was spent drinking coffee and packing up camp.
Tim, Joe, and Jason floated the Holston for smallies and had a productive day.
Jfey had a productive day on the Beaverdam with two good fish, despite reports of the river not fishing too well.
Fred euroed the SoHo with his usual results.
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.
And that about wraps things up for PFF v41!
Somewhere between 30 and 35 peeps showed up and it was grand!