I took a chance the other day and headed up the Chattooga river despite the dingy, high waters. It was not a banner day but my buddy Kevin and I did manage to hook into a few fish.
After about two hours of searching holes I knew once held nice sized brown and rainbow trout I managed to hook into the first fish of the day. It was the largest bass I had ever hooked in the river and I began to fear the worst. I had expected the waters to be warm due to a hot summer but I would have never expected to hook a good sized bass in the holes that once held trout. I am not sure what is happening to my favorite waters but it seems like I am catching less and less trout in them. This big bass might be a sign of colder waters becoming more scarce. Or it might just be a hearty bass enjoying a cool mountain river.
I knew this was not a good sign for the brookies I was hoping to catch. A few minutes later Kevin hooked into a chub, or horny head, or junk fish and I began see my hopes for trout disappearing in this stretch of river.
We tried to hike up river in hopes of finding a deep hole a few trout might have held out. Giving it our best effort we tried to keep our hopes up but after searching hole after hole, ripple after ripple, and every promising looking stretch of water for about a mile up stream, we finally cut our losses and hiked back to the car. We figured that if we wanted trout, then we would have to drive further north and find the cold water beyond our hiking limit.
It was a nice day for fishing with a cool overcast layer and a bit of clouds still hugging the mountain tops. We only saw the sun a few times and got wet more often with an occasional passing drizzle. After our drive and a bit of lunch, we unloaded and went looking for trout. We didn't have to look very hard.
None of them were very big but they were fun to catch.
All together we hooking into about a dozen or so small rainbows, browns, and even a small brookie.
After a few of our tough little trout had been caught a released, we found that we had an audience. This copperhead, who had been eyeing out progress from the far bank, decided that he had enough of watching us fish and came over to our side for a closer look.
I have seen snakes nearly every time I've been out fishing. I have even had two snakes take fish right from me. I've nearly been bitten by a copperhead and a rattler while hiking the river bank and I have learned to try and keep my distance from these unpredictable little guys. Me and Kevin hung around for a few more casts and then decided that it was enough for the day. All in all it was a nice day spent with fish and a good friend.
I also thought that I would add a bit of a sketch to today's post since this is a art/fishing blog. I hope you all have a good weekend.