blue ridge passion play

having tired of reeling in the legions of alosa mediocritus (hickory
shad for the unwashed) in the flatland rivers, i decided i should head
to the mountains for proper devotionals and resurrection of the spirit -
"the passion of the grist".

left home around 3:30 am on friday morning, arrived in morganton at
wally's shop around 8 am, then off to the campground. settled in, drove
up to opie's creek, and the play began.

in two days, other than my joint venture with walt, i never crossed the
path of another fisherman. spent the 2 days in national forest lands on
the south side of the grandfather mountain watershed area. weather was
great, and the trout were gregarious. (i posted a brief pictorial on
abpf... photos are 800x600 - nothing fancy, other than i finally figured
out how to resize for posting.) caught lots of fish, all on dries. ol'
arbie m's sermon was heard clearly, despite the blue ridge setting...

it was good to end the fishing venture, exhausted from the
rock-clambering required for stalking wiley ol mr. nctrout, sitting on
the tailgate of my truck parked on a gravel pisgah nat'l forest road,
above the whispered poetry of one of my favorite blue ridge streams,
drinking chilly beer, yammering and laughing with wally about nothing
important, as the night nibbled into the moment. ...

jeff (southern hayseed, reborn yet once again)

"Jeff Miller" wrote...
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it was good to end the fishing venture, exhausted from the
rock-clambering required for stalking wiley ol mr. nctrout, sitting on
the tailgate of my truck parked on a gravel pisgah nat'l forest road,
above the whispered poetry of one of my favorite blue ridge streams,
drinking chilly beer, yammering and laughing with wally about nothing
important, as the night nibbled into the moment. ...

The above is a prime example of why I love this place. It qualifies for both the
Longest Sentence Award, and the Putting Words Together Perfectly Award.

The TRs are starting to poor in again and all is right with the world.
--
TL,
Tim
http://css.sbcma.com/timj

"Tim J." wrote...
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The TRs are starting to poor in again and all is right with the world.

"poor in"? What a maroon!
--
TL,
Tim
http://css.sbcma.com/timj

On Sun, 11 Apr 2004 23:40:24 GMT, "Tim J."
wrote:


"Tim J." wrote...
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The TRs are starting to poor in again and all is right with the world.

"poor in"? What a maroon!

Yeah, but he's OUR maroon, so you just be careful what you say about him, bub!

/daytripper (always looking out for the little people ;-)

Jeff that's a very nice report.

Check this out - from the Dan Blanton board.

http://www.danblanton.com/Messages/9550.html

bruce h

thanks bruce... i've put my boat in at harkers island and run out the
bight to fish the rock jetties for speckled trout. i haven't hit the
albies yet...it's a timing/weather thing. my boat is a 17' bay boat
designed for shallows, with low gunwales... we've had strong winds for
almost every weekend. plus, i only have an 8 weight, no real salt
ff'ing gear. those albies are tackle busters. but, if you're out this
way, i'm only 90 minutes from the salt water fishing and we can give it
a go...

jeff

bruiser wrote:

Jeff that's a very nice report.

Check this out - from the Dan Blanton board.

http://www.danblanton.com/Messages/9550.html

bruce h

"Tim J." wrote in message
news:aCkec.117883$w54.834235@attbi_s01...

"Jeff Miller" wrote...
snip
it was good to end the fishing venture, exhausted from the
rock-clambering required for stalking wiley ol mr. nctrout, sitting on
the tailgate of my truck parked on a gravel pisgah nat'l forest road,
above the whispered poetry of one of my favorite blue ridge streams,
drinking chilly beer, yammering and laughing with wally about nothing
important, as the night nibbled into the moment. ...

The above is a prime example of why I love this place. It qualifies for
both the
Longest Sentence Award,

Hey! Now, wait just one damned minute! I demand a recount!

and the Putting Words Together Perfectly Award.

Well, yeah, there is that.

The TRs are starting to poor in again and all is right with the world.

Hm........

Wolfgang

Nice report Jeffie make me want to come on down....Went today myself air temp
was 32 and the fish were frozen to the sides of the rocks nary a bite of course
it could have been the angler


Handyman Mike
Standing in a river waving a stick

come on down in october mike...it's still warm enough to tease up the
fish. bring a boat for the lake fishing too...

jeff

Mike wrote:

Nice report Jeffie make me want to come on down....Went today myself air temp
was 32 and the fish were frozen to the sides of the rocks nary a bite of course
it could have been the angler


Handyman Mike
Standing in a river waving a stick

"Jeff Miller" wrote , i decided i should head
to the mountains for proper devotionals and resurrection of the spirit -
"the passion of the grist".

Indian Joe responds-- spent four days last week hiking the same creeks
with my 14 year old grandson and doubt many would call it a quality
resurrectional visit of passion. We found that a 14year old and a 73 year
old grandfather just do not have the same interest s. I am sure however that
I won many quality family points for the effort made.
Fished opie's creek one day-no other fishermen but lots of rescue workers
trying to find the couple that went in a greenly {?]
hiking trail and were last heard on their cell phone saying -Where are we?
Few fish in runs but cool weather still had them deep in pools.

stayed in optimist campground cabin for two nights then moved into tent on
Steels creek when it got a little warmer. Never saw another sole in two
days--lots of toms gobblering--and owls hooting-- fished above swimming hole
for first time and found the large rock climbing sort of like x games but
really beautiful--small pools between big rocks and waterfalls. All wild
fish and using two dry flys Walt sold me [and guaranteed productive] I
managed a couple of browns and some really lively jumping rainbows.
[ for charlie- yes did buy flies but must admit walt gave me one big one so
i could see something on end of line while fishing]
came home for easter and as squaw had been in Fla for week we said proper
devotionals and tried to resurrect things.