I've only got a few minutes before I have to leave the happy little burg of Townsend for the Knoxville airport, beginning my seemingly interminable journey home on a tiny, buzzing, sealed flying tube with wings - powered by flammable-liquid guzzling engines burning at truly galactic temperatures.
I can't wait.
Expect more on the great Slaw Dog expose, including information on how you can make your own slaw dogs at home. Ambience is everything, of course, and there's simply no way to reproduce the classic, traditional atmosphere of the Townsend Phillips 66 at your house, but dammit, we're going to try.
Yesterday I hiked three miles up the Little River trail and started fishing my way upriver. While the basic #14 Adams Parachute worked OK, I seemed to get more hookups on a #14 yellow Beetle Bug, which wasn't surprising given the number of Yellow Sallies flying around.
Ultimately, I caught a lot of fish and had a great day on the river all by myself. Big fish of the day was another surprise brown, who jumped on my Beetle Bug in the middle of the last run of the day. He was 11"-12" long, and the perfect capper to the day.
Gotta run. Expect a wrapup story when I get home, assuming I don't wig out halfway there...