With the last snow finally melting out of the Trout Underground’s backyard and no monster storms forecast for the coming week, we can hope that spring has officially arrived on the Upper Sac. It’s very green downcanyon, and starting to green up here at the top. It’s a time of year that – when you look out the window – appears warm and inviting, but if you open the window, you flood the house with cold air, starting the heater and making the cats glare at you because you’re a cement head.
It’s also time to admit that over the winter, you didn’t quite tear up the trout like you did last winter, when your head grew several hat sizes and megalomania settled in nicely for the summer. No, it’s a different spring from last spring, which is both depressing and precisely the reason you do this in the first place (and despite all the “you†in the entry, it’s possible we’re talking about me here).
It’s also time to admit that it’s only a week before my trip to Tennessee, and that I’m far enough behind in my work that there might not be much fishing before I go. And yes, there are a few leaders that need to be tied, a few size 14 yellow Beetle Bugs to be thrown together, and yes – that annoying question about how you’re going to fish those tiny brookie streams in the Great Smoky Mountains when your lightest-actioned travel rod is a a too-strong 8′ 5wt. More on this riveting story as it develops. Read more →
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