If you don't mind, I'd like to take this month's bin as an opportunity for a belated thanks to a couple of guys for a fine day on Tennessee tailwater - my blog buddies, now fishing buddies, Marc Payne and Steve Zakur. Steve came south from his Connecticut home to attend the annual Trout Unlimited national meeting in Asheville so I took the opportunity to wander the couple of hours west to say hello and to join him in a visit with his Yellowstone companion Marc for a day on the South Holston.
The shot above is how we found Marc, already on the river, trying to figure out what to tell us to tie on.
To get to the river, Steve and I tread a well worn path - an indication of plenty of fishing pressure - but we were surprised to find so few anglers around that Sunday morning. Marc suggested they were worshipping in other ways.
Instead, we marveled at the wonder of nature's canvas, few works so colorful as these lovely SoHo browns.
Thanks, boys. I had a fine, fine time.
5 comments:
The usual, comparadun.
Indeed, Kevin.
Those Simms waders sure are slimming.
My Simms waders make my butt too big. Of course I don't think that has much to do with why I'm not catching any fish. Nice get together guys. Mike you've got questionable taste in friends...just sayin.
You're looking positively svelte, Steve. You wear waders well.
Howard, there's absolutely nothing questionable about my taste in friends. I have none. Taste, I mean. I do have a friend or two, somehow. I guess it's their taste that should be questioned.
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