Right now I'm feeling thankful for several guided trips that are keeping me busy as well as more trips coming in. If you are hoping to get out on the water with me in the next month, book as soon as possible to make sure you get the date you are looking for. To book a guided trip, please visit the Trout Zone Anglers contact page or email me at TroutZoneAnglers@gmail.com.
Fishing in the Smokies has been good but not great. Fish are steadily eating the usual summertime favorites including terrestrials, Yellow Sallies, Golden Stones, and Isonychias. If you are fishing terrestrials, don't overlook ants, beetles, and inchworms as good options. Hoppers are rarely important in the Smokies as very few end up in the streams.
The tailwaters are fishing well. We are booking float trips on the Caney Fork for July now and expect good conditions for float trips with a nice mix of low and higher water. This allows for anglers to throw nymphs and dry/droppers part of the day with hoppers, deep nymph rigs, and streamers becoming more important the other times. The variety is nice and will keep anglers on their toes. Crowds are out in force so plan to book your trip for a weekday as we are avoiding the river on weekends if at all possible.
Featured Photo: Native Colors
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Friday, June 20, 2014
Tracks
Checking tracks is nearly automatic for me at this point. No matter where I am, tracks are at minimum an interesting curiosity. On some days, the ability to "read sign" can make the difference between catching a few fish and catching a bunch.
Yesterday, my friend Nathan and I were on a popular stream but far enough from the trailhead that we thought it was at least possible we were on fresh water. The few small rainbows that did eat our flies had has questioning that premise. A few indistinct tracks had us both questioning openly whether that section had been fished. When I found some water drops drying on top of a rock where none could naturally have splashed, I knew someone else had waded through in the last few hours. Right where the tracks ended, I caught a nice fish.
Further up the stream, before we hit the spot where we would jump out and start our hike back, I found some more tracks. Fresh ones. Big ones. Tracks that had me glancing all around and even up in the trees. After all, we were no more than a half mile from the scene of my tent fiasco from a few years ago.
Thankfully it wasn't as spooky as finding a half eaten elk carcass in a remote Arizona canyon years ago. Hiking cross country in lion country will keep a person on their toes. Last night, we never did run across the bear. The best excitement (other than catching fish of course) was when we jumped a small group of hogs in the waning light on the hike out. A couple of them were big, real big. They also wanted nothing to do with us. That was just fine by me...
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Hungry Brown!!!
I've seen some interesting things that trout have spit out before. Half digested shad during the shad kill on the Caney? Yep. A mouthful of earthworms after a heavy rain? Check. However, I had never caught a fish with another fish sticking out of its throat, until yesterday that is. I've heard plenty of stories, just never seen it for myself.
After finishing up another half day guide trip, I headed up to fish in the afternoon. Not too long after starting, I hooked a feisty brown that was somewhere between 10-12 inches, and after getting it in the net I noticed that its mouth didn't look right. A quick glance showed a tail protruding out of its throat that was nearly as large as its own tail! Even more amazing is that this fish swirled once on my nymph and then ate on the 2nd drift. Talk about a hungry brown!!! Even with a mouth full of sculpin it still wanted a #10 nymph for dessert.
After finishing up another half day guide trip, I headed up to fish in the afternoon. Not too long after starting, I hooked a feisty brown that was somewhere between 10-12 inches, and after getting it in the net I noticed that its mouth didn't look right. A quick glance showed a tail protruding out of its throat that was nearly as large as its own tail! Even more amazing is that this fish swirled once on my nymph and then ate on the 2nd drift. Talk about a hungry brown!!! Even with a mouth full of sculpin it still wanted a #10 nymph for dessert.
Sunday, June 15, 2014
Chasing Smallmouth
As the Plateau streams drop and clear, the smallmouth action is heating up with the weather. Low clear water means spooky fish but if you are willing to throw topwater bugs (who am I kidding, who wouldn't want to throw topwater bugs) then you can get onto some nice fish. Recently I made it back out to one of my favorite new streams that I've started to explore.
If you are interested in a guided wade trip in some of the rugged Plateau creeks, please contact me at TroutZoneAnglers@gmail.com or check out my good site, www.troutzoneanglers.com.
The bass were eating well once we tied on the topwater stuff.
The overall size was pretty decent on top as well although I saw a few monsters that spooked well before I ever got a cast on them. Those are the fish that keep me coming back though. The stream was beautiful and at a good level for throwing the topwater bugs.
I'll be heading back soon to sample some more of the bronze fish...
If you are interested in a guided wade trip in some of the rugged Plateau creeks, please contact me at TroutZoneAnglers@gmail.com or check out my good site, www.troutzoneanglers.com.
Happy Father's Day
Friday, June 13, 2014
One More Drift
Fishing is as much optimism as anything else, but of course there is a healthy mix of knowledge involved in catching a few trout. Sometimes, there's even a little voice inside your head that convinces you to stick with it. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not but when I'm catching nice fish who's to argue?
Yesterday I had a 1/2 day guide trip in the Park. The morning was spent on a couple of different streams so my client could see a few different options when it came to Smoky Mountain trout fishing. After dropping him off and grabbing some lunch, I stopped by Little River Outfitters for a bit to say hi to Byron and Daniel and the rest of the crew. After getting an excellent first-hand report on the local smallmouth from Byron, I was almost tempted to skip heading back to the Park and chase the bass instead, but thankfully trout won out.
On the drive down Little River to town, I had mentally been talking myself into fishing several good stretches. One in particular stood out, and I decided to return there. This is a beautiful section of pocket water interspersed with some smaller pools and a couple of deep runs. For some reason this short 100 yard stretch does not get fished nearly as often as a lot of Park water but that's just fine by me. I have always done well the few times I've fished it, and more people fishing it could very well put a damper on future expeditions.
Having just eaten and glad to finally relax after working hard all morning, I took my time rigging up the usual double nymph rig. Some heavy split shot rounded things out well and assured I would be ticking the bottom. I begancasting lobbing the heavy rig into the deeper water and right away caught a little brown on the dropper. At least I knew I was on fresh water.
Working slowly upstream, I maneuvered back and forth across the stream. Catching a fish here and there, I noticed a nice deep slot against the far bank with a big rock on the stream side. Perfect home for a brown. Working carefully across the current, I was soon running my flies through the slot and alongside the rock. A small fish was quickly caught and released but that rock just looked like a spot for a nice brown. Time and again I got what appeared to be a perfect drift. Not wanting to waste time on a pointless spot, I eventually decided to move on upstream.
That's when the little voice spoke up and demanded that I cast there once more. Something subconscious maybe? I don't know, but that gentle tap as the flies drifted up under the rock yet again was definitely real. When I set the hook, I felt the hesitation and quickly came tight on a nice fish.
For its size, the fish really fought well, surging back and forth across the stream every time I tried to lift its head and slip the net under. That it was a pretty brown trout was obvious and naturally gave me extra incentive to be careful and not lose it. Of course, in a short amount of time (that naturally felt like forever) I was slipping the net under the trout. After a couple of pictures, I gently held the trout in the current until it was ready to go. All that effort to spend a minute or so with a fish probably seems ridiculous to some, but I was awfully happy at that moment.
The rest of the evening was anticlimactic. The Yellow Sally hatch never came on strong although there was some egg laying activity that brought a few fish up. I stuck with the nymphs and caught a good number of rainbows and small browns, but probably I should have just quit after the nice trout. The time on the water was relaxing though and much needed. Catching that nice fish early allowed me to really slow down and focus on the experience for the rest of the time. I even stopped and took a few stream pictures, something I often forget to do in the rush to find more fish.
Next week I'll be back at it. Maybe I'll just hit a small stream instead, or maybe I'll chase the larger browns again. Either way, I know I'll always have an enjoyable time in the Smokies!
If you are interested in a guided trip in the Smokies for wild trout, please contact me at TroutZoneAnglers@gmail.com or check out my guide site, TroutZoneAnglers.com, for more details.
Yesterday I had a 1/2 day guide trip in the Park. The morning was spent on a couple of different streams so my client could see a few different options when it came to Smoky Mountain trout fishing. After dropping him off and grabbing some lunch, I stopped by Little River Outfitters for a bit to say hi to Byron and Daniel and the rest of the crew. After getting an excellent first-hand report on the local smallmouth from Byron, I was almost tempted to skip heading back to the Park and chase the bass instead, but thankfully trout won out.
On the drive down Little River to town, I had mentally been talking myself into fishing several good stretches. One in particular stood out, and I decided to return there. This is a beautiful section of pocket water interspersed with some smaller pools and a couple of deep runs. For some reason this short 100 yard stretch does not get fished nearly as often as a lot of Park water but that's just fine by me. I have always done well the few times I've fished it, and more people fishing it could very well put a damper on future expeditions.
Having just eaten and glad to finally relax after working hard all morning, I took my time rigging up the usual double nymph rig. Some heavy split shot rounded things out well and assured I would be ticking the bottom. I began
Working slowly upstream, I maneuvered back and forth across the stream. Catching a fish here and there, I noticed a nice deep slot against the far bank with a big rock on the stream side. Perfect home for a brown. Working carefully across the current, I was soon running my flies through the slot and alongside the rock. A small fish was quickly caught and released but that rock just looked like a spot for a nice brown. Time and again I got what appeared to be a perfect drift. Not wanting to waste time on a pointless spot, I eventually decided to move on upstream.
That's when the little voice spoke up and demanded that I cast there once more. Something subconscious maybe? I don't know, but that gentle tap as the flies drifted up under the rock yet again was definitely real. When I set the hook, I felt the hesitation and quickly came tight on a nice fish.
For its size, the fish really fought well, surging back and forth across the stream every time I tried to lift its head and slip the net under. That it was a pretty brown trout was obvious and naturally gave me extra incentive to be careful and not lose it. Of course, in a short amount of time (that naturally felt like forever) I was slipping the net under the trout. After a couple of pictures, I gently held the trout in the current until it was ready to go. All that effort to spend a minute or so with a fish probably seems ridiculous to some, but I was awfully happy at that moment.
The rest of the evening was anticlimactic. The Yellow Sally hatch never came on strong although there was some egg laying activity that brought a few fish up. I stuck with the nymphs and caught a good number of rainbows and small browns, but probably I should have just quit after the nice trout. The time on the water was relaxing though and much needed. Catching that nice fish early allowed me to really slow down and focus on the experience for the rest of the time. I even stopped and took a few stream pictures, something I often forget to do in the rush to find more fish.
Next week I'll be back at it. Maybe I'll just hit a small stream instead, or maybe I'll chase the larger browns again. Either way, I know I'll always have an enjoyable time in the Smokies!
If you are interested in a guided trip in the Smokies for wild trout, please contact me at TroutZoneAnglers@gmail.com or check out my guide site, TroutZoneAnglers.com, for more details.
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Miles From Anywhere
I got out for a few hours again today. These smallmouth are starting to get addicting. More to come later on a trip from Sunday as well as today's trip, but here is a stream shot from where I fished...
Monday, June 09, 2014
Plateau Creeks
Here on the Cumberland Plateau, we are blessed with a wide variety of fishing options, but the best are the remote smallmouth bass streams. Many of these almost remind me of fishing in the Smokies, and if it wasn't for our very different geology resulting in different rocks on the stream bottoms, you would be hard pressed to find any differences between the two. Last week, I got to thinking about a little creek that I've crossed many times on my way to smallmouth fish on a larger stream. This is one of those little streams that you often wonder about but rarely ever get around to actually fishing. So instead of continuing to wonder, I decided to do something about it.
Friday morning I ate a quick breakfast, filled a couple of water bottles, and headed out the door. Arriving at the stream and rigging up, I noticed the clouds were lowering and looking pretty solid. Sure enough, a quick downpour was soon soaking everything making me glad I had put on a rain jacket.
It didn't take long for a little fish to hit. Thinking I had found my first smallmouth, I was soon looking at a Coosa bass. Well, that makes sense. The creek I was fishing emptied into a large stream where I have caught a lot of Coosa bass over the years. What was strange was that I kept catching the Coosas and never once caught a smallmouth.
The fish were all small, reminding me even more of fishing in the Smokies on some of the brook trout streams I frequent. Catching small fish is just as much fun as catching big fish, just without the adrenaline rush you get with the larger specimens. Best of all, these fish acted like no one had ever tried to catch them before. I'm fairly confident that none of them had ever seen a fly at the very least.
Continuing downstream, I stopped periodically to take pictures of my surroundings. Every now and again I could hear a truck go by out on the nearby road but otherwise I might as well have been 50 miles in the backcountry. This was one of those pristine streams where you can fish all day and catch more fish then anyone probably has a right to expect. Continually changing in character, the creek would sing happily over the rocks one minute, going from shadows to sun and back to shadows again, only to drift lazily into long pools the next. The pools were often mysterious, stretching on for what seemed like an eternity on such a small stream and often merging with the forest so that you could never be sure where the end of the pool was and whether it flowed into the surrounding jungle or merely under the overhead canopy.
There were a few surprises like the rock bass that came out from under a rock to slam the wooly bugger. The chubs were surprisingly beautiful and impressed me with their prominent dorsal fins.
Eventually I got hungry of course, and decided to take one last picture before cutting up through the woods to find the unmaintained trail back.
While I had a lot of fun and will probably fish this stream again just because I like exploring, I'll probably put a lot more time in on some of the smallmouth streams that are known to put out some larger fish. When I want to scratch the creek itch though, I'll know where to go!
Friday morning I ate a quick breakfast, filled a couple of water bottles, and headed out the door. Arriving at the stream and rigging up, I noticed the clouds were lowering and looking pretty solid. Sure enough, a quick downpour was soon soaking everything making me glad I had put on a rain jacket.
It didn't take long for a little fish to hit. Thinking I had found my first smallmouth, I was soon looking at a Coosa bass. Well, that makes sense. The creek I was fishing emptied into a large stream where I have caught a lot of Coosa bass over the years. What was strange was that I kept catching the Coosas and never once caught a smallmouth.
The fish were all small, reminding me even more of fishing in the Smokies on some of the brook trout streams I frequent. Catching small fish is just as much fun as catching big fish, just without the adrenaline rush you get with the larger specimens. Best of all, these fish acted like no one had ever tried to catch them before. I'm fairly confident that none of them had ever seen a fly at the very least.
Continuing downstream, I stopped periodically to take pictures of my surroundings. Every now and again I could hear a truck go by out on the nearby road but otherwise I might as well have been 50 miles in the backcountry. This was one of those pristine streams where you can fish all day and catch more fish then anyone probably has a right to expect. Continually changing in character, the creek would sing happily over the rocks one minute, going from shadows to sun and back to shadows again, only to drift lazily into long pools the next. The pools were often mysterious, stretching on for what seemed like an eternity on such a small stream and often merging with the forest so that you could never be sure where the end of the pool was and whether it flowed into the surrounding jungle or merely under the overhead canopy.
There were a few surprises like the rock bass that came out from under a rock to slam the wooly bugger. The chubs were surprisingly beautiful and impressed me with their prominent dorsal fins.
Eventually I got hungry of course, and decided to take one last picture before cutting up through the woods to find the unmaintained trail back.
While I had a lot of fun and will probably fish this stream again just because I like exploring, I'll probably put a lot more time in on some of the smallmouth streams that are known to put out some larger fish. When I want to scratch the creek itch though, I'll know where to go!
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