Well its been all quiet on the east tn front it seems. I know for me its tough to get out anywhere for any length of time. Judging by the frostbite fallout, it seems its been a rough go for all. Unfortunately, I was among those who just couldn't make it this time.
I have however, been chomping the bit to get to what sounds like and epic early quill gordon hatch in the park. Its killing me to see and hear reports from other boards of nice browns taken on dries. But alas, all my attempts have been thus far thwarted to seek the post spawn reverie. So desperate times call for desperate measures - my nearest fishable water is the lil' pig. But since the sewage spill tragedy, I've been leery of finding more than just a smallie. EColi is not something I want to catch and release. But the over whelming urges of spring-bin fever is itchin' me like something fierce and I had to scratch it - and at this point, no matter the cost.
So I trucked it down to one of my favorite bronzeback holes in search of something to stretch my line. I only had an hour and I know that the water still would be quite chilly despite our early spring weather. So with atropine/ 2pamcloride auto-injectors in hand, I plied the waters of refuse and waste in search of something brown... but...uhhh, preferably with fins and gills. Anyhow, as the second cast skimmed though the riffles and swung in to the pool with a slow retrieve, there it was... that ol familiar thump. Like a beat from a favorite tune, the rhythmic notation telegraphed up the line, through my cheaply build home made beater rod, and pulsed through my arm...I like this song.
At any rate, it was a respectable fight and my itch was scratched...for the moment anyways...