Great Smoky Mountain National Park where we had arranged for a water taxi to take us to the mouth of Hazel Creek. We could have hiked it but that would have meant a long fifteen mile slog to our head water campsite. With the heavy packs we had I am sure that kind of hike would have killed both of us. As it was we crossed the lake in twenty minutes and still had a two hour hike ahead of us.
We camped at site 84 along the Hazel creek which was the site of the town of Medlin but you would have never known it. Today it is a beautifully wooded site between the Spring Creek and Hazel Creek confluence without a trace of civilization besides an old river stone wall along the trail. For me the sound of rushing water was music to sleep by.
Fall River Bamboo Fly Rod and Abel Reel I began testing the water above our camp. In a short while and the loss of a few flies I hooked into this juvenile Rainbow trout. Unfortunately it was one of the very few trout caught on the trip. A cold front had passed a day before our arrival and a guide we passed on the trail the day before had revealed to us that the fishing had been horrible.
With one last ditch effort out to find the fish I headed back out just before diner with my rod. What I found was a great looking plunge pool that held some fun Browns.
In the end we didn't hook into the number or size fish we had hoped for but all around it was a worthy trip I would do again anytime. Hopefully someday I will make it back and until then I will have the memories to remind me how wonderful a place the Great Smoky Mountain National Park is.