Yaaaaauuuuchhhppphhhhtttt!!~! Yawn, stretch, scratch, repeat- it's Monday, and it's been awhile, so let's have some coffee shall we?
This Monday finds me in north Georgia, staring out the windows as the rain pours down. It was indeed a rainy night in Georgia (cue the music). I've been kind of quiet about this, but Georgia is my new home- hey, love will make you do crazy things. I still have a place in Michigan, and I plan to get back there on a regular basis, but I see this as a way to get out and expand my horizons, fish some new water, even dabble in the salt a bit. I've already started.
It has been difficult to know what to do with this blog, as I have seen it as fundamentally linked to fishing in northern Michigan, but I've also shared my adventures with you in Canada, Colorado and beyond. It was never meant to be about one place, but about a love of water and fish. The great thing about fly fishing is that there are no limits- it can embrace any species in any waters, using dozens of methods and a variety of gear. You're only limited by your imagination. So I'll do what I can to get back on this horse, expand its horizons and take you along.
|a preview from the salt|
I do need to give a shout-out to Louis Cahill of Gink and Gasoline, who has welcomed me here like a brother, taken me out fishing a few times, and tried to download all of his knowledge of North Georgia trout fishing, the good, the bad, the ugly. Thankfully there's plenty of good, and I'm enjoying it immensely. Louis and I have embarked on a quest to dial in the urban carp fishing around here, including one decidedly unsuccessful outing (due to high winds), one of those trips that comforts you in the knowledge that even a guy like Louis has bad days occasionally.
|Louis in action|
To my brothers in the Mitten State- it will be your job to be the local guide now when I come to visit. Thanks for all the good times, and here's to many more. Come visit me when the snow is neck deep and we'll go catch trout on dries in January. I'm going to have a permanent X on my calendar in the middle of June, when the bugs are hatching, the trout are looking up, and the carp and smallmouth are on the flats.
As long as we're here I may as well share that I did get out last week and did some streamer fishing on a local stream Louis had shared with me. Every trout stream here is a beautiful mountain stream with all that that entails- waterfalls, plunge pools, rhododendron on the slopes. I chose to toss streamers due to the time of year, and I wasn't disappointed. For some reason it took the better part of the day for the fish to get interested, but once they did the action was pretty steady.
|some north Georgia color|
I had a lot of close calls, and a few small fish when I worked my way down to a local dude tossing worms at a palomino trout. He was friendly and garrulous, and no sooner had we parted ways and I found a particularly good looking run, with a seam of dark water on the far bank. On about my fourth cast my fly stopped and then the water exploded as a five pound rainbow took off upstream. After a brief but hard fought battle I slid him onto the sand, removed the hook and took a couple quick photos before sending on his way.
|gorgeous spots on this one|
I could argue the merits of fishing in Michigan versus Georgia until we're all sick of it, but it's hard to argue with a fish like that. My coffee is finished, and it's time to find a job. Let's get after it.