Davidson River (October 17th, 2011) Trip Report:
After a long hot summer, outings have begun for another fall fishing season. This time the Davidson River was our choice. We could not have asked for a prettier day in the mountains, the fall foliage was very evident as we chased trout throughout the day. The Davidson was flowing rather slowly due to the lack of water and although rains would soon arrive in the next day or so, the Davidson was its usual finicky self.
A fine group of trout chasers on this trip and I am proud to say that all caught fish on a hard river to fish. Attendees were: Ian Bonnema, Mac Brown, Reuben Chandler, Keith Cloud, Owen Forsman, Shawn Greenwood, Mel Maurer, Stewart Methe, John Pressly, and Bob Williams. I am also pleased to say that a couple of very accomplished guides just happened to show up at the (Now Famous Shore Lunch) to lend a hand and offer up a tip or two for afternoon fishing. Captain David Sarratt of SeaRat charters and former chapter member and guide Dave Bender of Davidson River Outfitters graciously shared their time and we enjoyed their company. Having fished with both of these fellows, I can safely say that should you obtain their services, you will not be disappointed. Their knowledge of the Davidson and about fishing in general should be tapped into, these guys are good.
The am fishing was not bad, the trout were there and the game began on what were they going to eat. As I have said before, on the Davidson, midge is the word. Our two newbies on the trip, Stewart Methe and Shawn Greenwood quickly discovered the frustration with the Davidson. That is, you can see the fish (BIG FISH), but these fish are very smart. They have seen every fly and probably know who tied the fly. As for your host, I found success using a dropper pattern with a blue green colored midge on a size 20 hook provoked a little activity with these guys. I got one tied on for Stewart and he was on the board, would not be skunked for the day. Probably just as important as the fly selection, is the drift that is necessary to entice one of these big boys to bite. A short cast and a little high sticking and a downstream hook set seem to work best. If you like the hook set by lifting the rod straight up, you will do just fine. That is if you are after TREE TROUT.
As for me, the Reference point (what I will remember most about the trip) has to do with the shore lunch. Seeing all these fine folks who were willing to participate was truly a blessing. Have you ever heard the statement, the I’s have it? Well in our case for the shore lunch, the B’s had it. BEE’S that is. Within moments of setting up a nice place for our little picnic, BEES arrived in full force for lunch. These guys were not shy; they made themselves at home and began feeding on anything that was out for human consumption. If you failed to look before you drank or ate something, your tongue would let you know of the mistake. If you reached into the pack of hamburger buns or potato chips without looking, your hand would remind you of the stupid thing you just did. However, the one item that the BEES loved more than anything was the Bean Salad, these HUMBLE BUMBLES had made a discovery and everyone was willing to give it a try. I’ll bet they did not have that kind of crowd back at the hive.
All in all, we made it through and endeavored to persevere. No bee stings, just a lesson learned. Next time, I will set the bean salad on a table we will not be using and we will be able to eat in harmony; at another table that is. As info, this old Georgia Bulldog has never liked BEE”S in the first place. It has to do with a school that we shall refer to as the Institute of BUZZ. On the other hand, I wonder if BEE’S are considered as BAIT on the Davidson.
Till next time; BEE GOOD, BECAUSE the Bee’s can surely have it when they want it.
Bee you later, hopefully at an SRTU function or outing.
SRTU Outings Coordinator
***Suggestions always recommended***
Mitchell River Trip Report April 19th, 2011
Over the years, I have encouraged folks to make suggestions on trips that perk an interest. Once I had a fellow call and state that we never had any trips going up I-77. I ask for a suggestion and he basically said, “You are the outings person, you figure it out.” Therefore the challenge was on and our research and development team; (Sherie and I) set out to find a stream that would meet the needs of the suggestee. The Mitchell River was discovered and was the choice. Later I spoke to our suggestee and happily broke the news of our findings. I have your trip, and we will be fishing on a Saturday, just going up for the day. I don’t fish on Saturdays, too many people he said. Somewhat miffed, I said how about Tuesday; will that meet your desires? Yes, he said and to make a long story short, I have yet to see him on an outing. There is a part of me that believes he was just looking for a hole to punch thru on the trips and that he never intended to fish anyway. As I have said on many occasions, folks can sure talk themselves out of a good time.
Up I-77 to exit 93 just North of Charlotte lay the Mitchell River. It is a river possessing an number of different opportunities for fishing for trout. Although not a big river, it has its share of challenges. The biggest challenge for our group was to actually fish in the water, many of us presented our fly’s to the wiley TREE TROUT. Another great group of folks attending and we all had a wonderful time. Two newbie’s to our outings were present, Tony Bebber and Chuck Cornwell. The rest of us: Malcolm Leaphart, Mel Maurer, Mac Brown, Reuben Chandler and yours truly Keith Cloud were honored to fish with our new outing attendees. Tony and Chuck have considerable fly fishing experience and had a decent day on the Mitchell.
While the am fishing seemed a bit slow; the pm fishing found us with a little more success. The Reference Point for the trip arrived while attempting to light the camp stove for the shore lunch, I remarked to Chuck, “Watch the wind begin to howl as I light this stove.” Sure enough and, from that point on, the rest of the day, the wind blew and blew and blew.
Although the shore lunch may take a little away from the fishing time, it does provide an opportunity to brainstorm and discuss what was successful and what was not. Most success was on nymphs and specifically Y2K’s and the Coffey Nymph for early morning fishing. Reuben and Mac fished closer to the River Road area and managed to hunker down on a good pool or two. Malcolm, Tony, and Mel had the middle section of the river and caught fish in an area close to the Mitchell River House which by the way is a great rental home that would be perfect for any vacation. Meanwhile Chuck and I took care of the upper end of the river for our am fishing.
After a nice shore lunch, we switched up and fished new water. Nymphs were again first and foremost. Although trout were busting the top, we obviously were not serving what they were dining on. To sum up, an OK day on the Mitchell. In fact, it kind of felt good being out there during the week and surrounded by some great guys. Maybe the old fellow meant well years ago when he made his suggestion. I know one thing, he was NOT there and I was, thanks to him.
And with that, I am grateful
Wilson Creek Trip Report (March 11-13th, 2011)
**Worries No More**
Have you ever been a little apprehensive about visiting a new a different stream? Having never fished Wilson Creek, I felt that way. I could not help it. You see when you host the outings, a larger sense of responsibility exist and I worry about everyone catching a trout and having a good time. Our first chapter visit to Wilson Creek featured one of our largest groups of participants at 15. Therefore, the pressure was on and I am proud to say that my worries were only worries and did not turn into fact.
Prior to the trip a good hard rain and mountain snows visited the North Carolina Mountains. While I worried about water conditions as our trip departed on Friday March 11th, it was the blustery winds and cold chill that I should have been worried about. Our friend Scott Cunningham and the folks at Wilson Creek Outfitters in Morganton NC provided that much needed advise of fly selection as we made our way toward Brown Mountain Beach Resort. Fly’s recommended were nymphs such as Copper John’s, Rainbow Warriors, the dry fly recommended was a Black Caddis. Before forgetting, if visiting the Morganton area, please visit the fly shop and thank them for their support of SRTU. Oh and yes the fly’s worked very well and serves as my Reference Point (how I choose to remember the trip) as I managed to catch the largest brook trout I have ever caught. The hook jawed brook is courtesy of the chartreuse copper john recommended by Scott whom by the way always contributes toward our fundraising banquet.
Attendees for the trip were: Rick Addy, Curtis Carter, Reuben Chandler, Keith Cloud, Fred Johnson, Lance Gibson, Shawn Kenny, Malcolm Leaphart, Mel Maurer, Phil Smith (the Commander), Ann Smith (the Commander of the Commander), Katie Smith (the doggie), Roy Tryon, Ted Tsolovos, Mike Waddell, Ed Walsh. We could not have asked for a better group of folks, and our host (Brown Mountain Beach Resort) was a perfect place of accommodation for our group. A total of 5 cabins each named after various fly fishing fly’s and etc, anxiously awaited our guest. Brown Mtn Resort was a perfect place for our gang and located on the banks of Wilson Creek, made for a good night’s rest with the sound of the stream assisting those tired bodies as we rested for the evening. It was evident from the beginning that BMBR owner Ron McDaniel was committed to making our stay as simple as possible. They were very appreciative of our business and GLAD to have us.
As part of the Wilson Creek package, our meals were served on site. A good hearty breakfast each morning at the cabins and lunches were available for our crew to take with them as they chased trout throughout the day. Tuna Salad, Chicken Salad, and Egg Salad with plenty of fixin’s helped take away the hunger during mid day. Evening meals for Friday was BBQ ribs with a mustard base (South Carolina BBQ) sauce, Baked Beans, Potato Salad, Tossed Salad, and Asparagus Salad. Saturday featured grilled hamburgers and Greek chicken breast, and macaroni and cheese, along with Tossed Salad. I must say that preparing and cooking for a group of 15 can be quite challenging. However, I managed to follow orders from Mrs. Cloud and with some assistance from others in the group, things turned out very well. “EVERYONE knows that Mrs. Cloud is really the star of this operation,” thanks for ALL that you do Sherie.
One thing that most pleasing about this trip is the fact that EVERYONE caught fish and while some had better luck that others, I believe everyone would be willing to make a return trip. As our outings program evolves, I can see this as a regular outing. The feeling I had before the trip, was just a normal feeling of worry. There is an old saying that I have always remembered. You don’t know how you look, till your picture is took. We took the picture and the picture looks good. We experienced a wonderful time and we WILL return.
Have you took a picture with SRTU Outings?
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Mr. McDaniel of Brown Mountain Beach Resort asked each of us to sign a petition regarding the delayed harvest section of Wilson Creek. The objective is to increase the size of the delayed harvest section. We hope to have that posted to the website and available at SRTU functions, I hope you will join in this effort.
Our Chattooga trip is kind of a blended trip. On one hand, we have the opportunity to fish while on the other hand there are duties for the state council. As a member of TU for a number of years, I have discovered the duties of the state council are very important. We truly have some great folks who are committed to the objective for TU, that is to preserve protect and restore America’s coldwater fisheries. On the state level we are lead by our very own SRTU founding chapter member Malcolm Leaphart; most of his life has been dedicated to making South Carolina and the Columbia area, a great place to call home. He is a strong advocate and ambassador for Trout Unlimited on local, state and national levels, truly a stream champion.
As we left the Cloud house Friday morning as a cold front was moving thru the area. Rain was briefly encountered, but as we arrived closer to the upstate, clear ski’s awaited our arrival at Oconee State Park. After a drop off of goodies at our weekend residence; the Barracks (located within the park), we ventured to the Hwy 28 bridge to fish the Chattooga River. Our attendees for this trip were: Dick and Daniel Brereton, Mac Brown, Reuben Chandler, Keith Cloud, Mike Ehmke, Shawn Kenney, Malcolm Leaphart, Stewart Methe, Phil and Ann Smith and doggie Katie, Roy Tryon, Ted Tsolovos.
With our Friday fishing done, it was back to the barracks for a little L&L, (Lies and Laughter). Stewart Methe was our newest attendee on the outings. Stewart is the type of guy who I think gets it. His desire to learn about fly fishing prompted what I call, an act of courage. His decision to hang out with those who fly fish and participate in our outings should be commended. Over the years I have lost count of the number of folks who have the desire but fail to advantage of what our SRTU outings program has to offer. The Friday fishing was not good for Stewart, but after an evening at the barracks and conversation with Reuben, he was all set to take advantage of a little spot found by Reuben, Mac and Roy (the Three Amigo’s). Participants on the outings are always willing to share, realize the importance of making it a positive experience for our new attendees. When our newbie’s catch fish, it makes our day!
Our menu featured Chicken Divan, Rice Pilaf, Green Beans and a nicely prepared Carmel and Apple Pie. Folks sure did work up an appetite while chasing trout. There were hardly any leftovers; obviously the meal was a big hit. It was not long and folks were off to bed. Snorer’s to the right and non snorers to the left in the barracks.
Saturday morning (early am) our sleepy heads began to make their way for breakfast. I asked everyone how did they sleep and did not receive much comment. After a little research, I decided to for Roy to sleep in another area code. Dick, (whom prior to bed) removed his hearing aid and added ear plugs; said that Roy shook the moon out of the sky. We solved the problem and with a little re-arranging all was well for our Saturday night stay. As fate would have it; I found out that I can snore with the best of them, so Dick and I swapped beds and the problem was solved.
Fishing for Saturday was excellent and the trout seemed to be held up in slow moving water, just up from the 28 bridge. Our folks had located a nice little honey hole located just upstream of where a fishing show was being filmed. Actually the cameras could have focused on our guys, because they were doing quite well. We also had a few folks make way to Burrell’s Ford with little success for the day. A great day on the Chattooga and its tributaries was had by all. Our evening meal of spaghetti, garlic bread, green beans, and a nice salad took center stage for a bunch of hungry fishermen and the evening desert of sweet potato pie and fresh out of the oven cookies took care of the sweet tooth.
A restful sleep and with everyone very chipper, a nice breakfast was served and we were off to the river for our last day of fishing. Stewart and Mike were the men on this day. I watched fish after fish make way to the nets. Stewart actually felt sorry for me; he said I’ll be happy to give up my spot for you Keith as he reeled in another fish. No way was I going to take away his fun; I was having a blast just watching. That is how I choose to remember this trip, my so called Reference point. My day was made and another outing was in the books. Stewart had stepped out and I would just about bet, his name will be on a lot of outing sign-up sheets in the future. Hopefully I will see you at a monthly meeting and you can look for Stewart’s name on the outings roster. Once found, sign your name, step into the water, and let’s fish.
Looking for more acts of courage,
SRTU Outings Coordinator
Cost of the trip: $16 per person
Nantahala River April 30-May 2, 2011 Trip Report
Presentation, Presentation, Presentation:
How many times have you heard, that the presenter of the gift, gets the gift? As I reflect upon our last trip, that thought certainly comes to mind. Keep reading, you will see what I mean as you make your way thru this exciting report.
We could not have asked for better weather for a trip to the Nantahala. However, one thing that we will have to consider asking for in the future is a little less water. The Nantahala was flowing rather quickly due to heavy storms earlier in the week. Prayers should go out to those who were damaged by the onslaught of tornados and massive rainfall occurring the week of our trip. Here in South Carolina we certainly were spared.
Our attendees were: Curtis Carter, Dwight Moffitt, Joe Slade, Ted Tsolovos, Mac Brown, Reuben Chandler, Bobby Padgett, Ed Walsh, Lance Gibson, and Keith Cloud. Bryson Patch Cabins in Bryson City served as our place of rest and headquarters for out outing. If planning a trip, please give them a shout. Also if in Bryson stop by and see our friends at Anthony’s Italian, The Station Restaurant, and The Everett Street Diner.
Our Friday fishing took place on two fronts. Lance, Reuben and Ed, decided to do a little floating in a lot of water. These guys are champions of the waterway and have the necessary watercraft to float virtually any river. Meanwhile, Mac, Ted, Joe and I, took on the Nantahala and the delayed harvest section and managed to land a few with coffey nymphs, black wooly’s and a chocolate and white wooly bugger worked well for yours truly.
Saturday, our floaters decided to give it another go. New chapter member Bobby Padgett joined the gang. However, water conditions had not improved as much as anticipated and fishing was difficult at best. Based upon Reuben’s testimony, we did not miss much as far as the fishing goes. Control of the watercraft is very important during high water times, speed kills as they say and the guys had to battle the river much more than the fish. Reuben lost a fly box and Lance got to know our friend “Mr. Gravity” as he fell into the river and broke a rod tip. It was a tough and humbling day.
At 9 am, those who fished the Nantahala (Joe Slade, Mac Brown, Ted Tsolovos, Curtis Carter, Keith Cloud) were about to embark on a fairly decent day. We could not have asked for better weather and as we met Mr. Bill Clary at the OFFICE; Joe, Mac and Ted were about to learn from the master. Bill is my mentor and has close to 30 years experience on the Nantahala. He is a retired guide and The OFFICE is the area that Bill fishes on the Nantahala. When leaving home for a fishing trip; Bill usually advises his wife Mrs. Linda that he has some work to do at the Office. As soon as Bill took Mac and Ted on the river, Mac hooked a nice fish on about the 3rd cast. Bill told Mac where to cast and once done, Mac let out a big smile as he reeled in the first trout for the day. Bill worked with Joe and Ted for the am fishing, while Mac and I ventured downstream from the OFFICE.
God bless Bill Clary, he is a dear friend and is always willing to take someone under his wing. As he worked with Ted, he pointed to an area where he knew a fish would be. Cast after cast, Ted could not reach the spot. As Ted was almost ready to give up, Bill insisted Ted could make the cast. Finally after 15 or so exercises in futility, Ted hooked a nice native Brown Trout on the dry fly. The Brown began to take line and make a downstream run; Ted hung in there and finally netted a beautiful big brown. As our shore lunch began, Ted described the event (which is my Reference Point by the way) and gave all the credit to Bill; and like always, Bill response is to say that you made the cast. Per Bill, the whole event was about presentation, the fish was there, but Ted had to make the right presentation. In this case; the presenter (Ted) received the gift (a nice native brown) and yes; we all received a gift as Ted shared his story with us (throughout the WHOLE weekend).
Have you received the gift?
Come join us on an outing,
Nantahala River Report for April 8-10th, 2011
The NAN as most of us know it has a probably always will be a special place for me. It is there that I begin to cut my teeth and slowly but surely began my fly fishing escapades. Over the years, the Nantahala has seemed to take a step back in regards to numbers of fish caught. Although a step back, it still provides some of the most fun of any of our outings.
A Nantahala trip always has good numbers in regards to attendees and as usual, we had a great group. As I make my way to Bryson City, I always make it a point to stop by and see the good folks at a fly shop or two along the way. The Outpost is located on HWY 74 just outside of Whittier, before you get to Cherokee. Steve and Shannon always have a fly or two to recommend and over the years, they have been very generous and supportive of our chapter by a donation toward our banquet. Also, on occasion they have a coffey nymph or two in stock. The coffey nymph is the fly of choice for your outings host and the writer of this article Keith Cloud. Come fishing with me and I will share with you my story on the coffey nymph and Mr. Coffey who pioneered the tying of the fly.
Bryson Patch Cabins serves as our place of relaxation at the end of the day and the fine dining establishments Anthony’s Italian, The Station Restaurant, and The Everett Street Diner take care of our bellies so to speak. These folks are like family and have always done a fine job in hosting us for our trips. Please if visiting the area, give them a SRTU shout and patronize these fine folks. We will see them again on April 29th later this month.
High water was the call for Friday’s April 8th fishing. Rains earlier in the week and had already fast flowing river providing small opportunities and zones for catching trout. As my partner and new outing attendee and chapter member Bobby Padgett found out, the Nantahala has its share of challenges. Anglers must find ways to get the nymph down quickly in a very short strike zone and fishing edges and ledges seemed to work best. I am pleased to report that Bobby did not get skunked; he followed instructions very well and caught fish. Surely with a beautiful Saturday in our forecast, the next day would present a reduced flow and better water conditions.
Saturday am started in its usual way. a quick visit to our friend Charlene at the Everett Street Diner and a good hearty breakfast followed by the 30 minute drive to the Nantahala. Bobby and I arrived at an area called “The Office” and waited on my mentor Mr. Bill Clary who is our director of Education for the Nantahala River. Bill’s expertise on this river is amazing and each person who opts for a little education will become a better fly fisherman in the end. After a brief into, Bobby and Bill took a gander around Bill’s office called the Nantahala River.
Our shore lunch at 12:30 provided our next opportunity to meet and greet, while getting the latest update on what was working and what was not working. No one was having a banner day; most everyone had caught a fish or two. The Nantahala was not producing in numbers that we had seen in previous years. Still a little high on the flow, but the second half of the day was still ahead. Bill and Bobby now had another person who wanted a little tutelage on the river, Ted Tsolovos joined the gang for the rest of the days fishing. Our list of Nantahala attendees were: Reuben Chandler, Mac Brown, Don Harder, Phil Smith, Shawn Kenney, Mike Ehmke, Roy Tryon, Ed Walsh, Lance Gibson, Bobby Padgett, Ted Tsolovos, and Keith Cloud. The second half of our day was decent and as we sat around our evening dinner, many reflected on the wonderful time they had. We had a great group, one of the best yet.
Sunday, many of us decided to take a gander and fish the Tuckaseegee. I found myself struggling to catch fish and had finally had enough. It was time for my Reference Point and time for (Mr. Coffey); that is my famous Coffey nymph. Caught a quick two and ended my day satisfied, due to the fact that everyone seemed to be struggling to stand up and to catch fish. Several of us made friends with Mr. Gravity on this trip and congrats for that go out to: Don, Mac, Roy, Bobby, Phil and yours truly Keith. One note: a special thanks to my buddies Ed and Reuben who took our newbie (Bobby Padgett) under their wing for a great float on the Tuck, seems like they did OK and had a better day than most.
Thanks to a great group and ready for another trip,
BlackHawk Trip 2011
**Thank you Mr. Montana**
Years ago when I became involved with the outings, there was a vision to eventually have trips to places that have always been in the dreams of most trout fishermen. Most folks from our neck of the woods; commonly think of visits to Canada, or trips out west or further west to Alaska. Don’t get me wrong, these are wonderful destinations however, not winter destinations. To my surprise one day, I spoke with someone from Montana who informed me of one of his favorite winter destinations. To beat the winter doldrums, he made periodic visits to the North Georgia Mountains and specifically the area around Helen Georgia. The Soque River was one of his favorites; he mentioned meeting friends from home and fishing the private waters at Blackhawk. As fate would have it, a year or so later, I met Abby Jackson at the Charlotte Fly Fishing Show. Abby and her husband John are owners of Blackhawk and once I saw the pictures of trout caught on the Soque, I had to make this a priority on my outings list. Turns out, the ole boy from Montana had a good thing, he was willing to share. I hope you will read below and let me (now) share with you.
Our 2011 outing was another pleasant experience. Attendees were: Mac Brown, Reuben Chandler, Keith Cloud, Mel Maurer, Phil and Ann Smith and their doggie Katie. Our guide for the trip was Andy Brackett. The return trip to Blackhawk had been long anticipated. Last year 2010 was very memorable; it was the coldest temps of the year when we fished. Our guide Andy indicated it may be a tough task with temps ranging from the 10 degree mark for lows and high barely reaching 30. Our group toughed it out and we had a banner outing; catching more than our fair share of trout, making for a great 2010 trip.
Fast forward to 2011, our trip was much more tolerable concerning the temps. On Friday and early Saturday, we experience another weather event called rain. High water made for another learning opportunity on the Soque. With Andy serving once again as our guide, we started our fishing on the lower end of the property. A good decision by Andy leads to an eight for eight day for the trip host Keith Cloud. Eight hookups and eight landed, and all fish well over 18 inches. Our other participants also had a good day, but the fishing was tough.
Back to the Lodge to swap a lie or two and enjoy our fellowship together. Our menu for the evening was BBQ ribs (mustard base and the red sauce), cole slaw, mac n cheese, sweet potato casserole, and garlic bread. We ended our evening with Mrs. Smith’s apple pie, that’s Mrs. Ann Smith wife of Phil Smith who is affectionately known as the Commander.
After a hearty breakfast, day 2 started with the rain and mist. Andy said the cloud cover and falling water would make for a good day and we had better be ready. Soon and very soon, we learned why it was important having a guide like Andy in our presence. He rigged us all with different nymphs, but one thing was common and that was a florescent pink San Juan worm. Some of us rigged up with the San Juan as the lead fly while other used it as a trailer. Action was hot and heavy for some of us, Reuben had an unusually bad morning and at lunch (featuring sloppy joe’s and chicken salad) had a big fat zero for the day. Naturally, all were stunned. Over the years, Reuben has been one of our better fishermen. Thank God for the second half of the day, Reuben rebounded nicely and was all smiles as we swapped more lies and stories at our evening meal.
As for your host (Keith Cloud), I had a wonderful day. I was in the ZONE and catching lots of trout with size, finishing early and was at 40 when my day was done. Virtually, no fish measured below 15 inches and countless measuring well over 18 inches and several over 20 inches. I hooked one very close to 30 inches and the battle was on. Once hooked, the big bow shot out of the water like a tomahawk missile and after several more launches, skillfully unhooked from the fly. Truly a great day, I never changed fly’s, but I will always remember my Reference Point for the trip which was the big rainbow missile that wasn’t.
Our evening meal consisted of Chicken Divan, rice pilaf, green beans, garlic bread, and a nice Greek salad. After eating, it did not take long for everyone to hit the sack. We had fished hard and the eyelids were heavy. I can’t say enough about the one who makes our trips so memorable. Mrs. Cloud works very hard, putting her heart and soul into each meal. I have said it before, she wants all who participate to enjoy and have a wonderful time. Behind the scenes, she is responsible for the success of our outings. I am truly blessed.
Sunday breakfast and out for our last day of fishing. Mel started off very well. The previous day’s experience with Andy, lead to a great finish. Mel fished the rapids and caught several nice trout. Reuben and Mac fished with Andy in an area called the canyon. As fate would have it, they both landed big fish at the same time. One going one way, while the other fish going the opposite way. As a guide, Andy had to love it. Mac’s big trout had taken him to the backing, while Reuben’s was well on its way to the backing, both fish over 25 inches and huge.
Another successful premium trip to Blackhawk is now in the books. Some folks ask why Blackhawk and balk at the cost. In fact, it is a question I love to answer. I believe in giving back to those who give to us and help the chapter and TU work toward making our world a better place. Blackhawk donates toward our banquet and provides us with a wonderful opportunity for the section of the country we live in. If someone from Montana comes here to fish for big trout, then there must be something to it. Although I will never know the name of the ole boy from Montana, I am glad he took the time to share his experience and I am glad YOU took the time to read this.
Ready to go back; let’s fish.
SRTU Outings Coordinator
Please patronize those who help SRTU, you will find a great group of folks if you do.