Spent a couple of days fishing my way down to pick up my son at scout camp in SW Virginia. First day was a bust as the stream I went to was extremely low and
the only fish I saw were various species of dace and shiners, some of which managed to get there tiny mouths around a fly hook.
The next day was very different. Hit up Nicotine-Free Creek (sorry, Joe) and there was plenty of water. In fact it was perhaps the most beautiful series of pools and pocket water I'd ever fished. Rainbows and native brookies. Every twenty feet there was another section that looked promising. And I didn't see another fisherman the whole day. And more butterflies in more colors than I'd ever scene in the woods before. If I only lived closer...
These pics don't do it justice.
The next day was very different. Hit up Nicotine-Free Creek (sorry, Joe) and there was plenty of water. In fact it was perhaps the most beautiful series of pools and pocket water I'd ever fished. Rainbows and native brookies. Every twenty feet there was another section that looked promising. And I didn't see another fisherman the whole day. And more butterflies in more colors than I'd ever scene in the woods before. If I only lived closer...
These pics don't do it justice.


