Last weekend was one of those fishing trips that just goes by way too fast.
Spent a few days with my friends at a campground in the Tennessee mountains. The weather was unseasonably warm during the day, and a bit chilly for this naturalized Floridian at night. We spent the better part of four days hitting many of the streams in the area, from larger, easy to access stocked water to off the beaten path bluelines full of wild fish.
A side note was that we were really off the grid, meaning no cell service (or even running water). While that may have interfered with me keeping up to speed on the World Series, that’s not why I was there, and the evenings around the campfire more than made up for it. Oh, some of the stories that were told!
In looking back on this trip, I found I didn’t take many photos. I guess that’s okay with me… the memories remain vivid. This was my first time fishing this specific area of Tennessee, I look forward to getting back again at some point.
