Road Trip part 2 (TN)

On day 1, I may have forgotten to mention all the funny moments that happened stream side, where I may have been the subject.  Theses included but were not limited to loosing my net (and watching it float away helplessly), having the swift current of the Harpeth knock me down multiple times, and several pitiful casts.  There is no need to elaborate though, as day two saw plenty of moments of mention.

After eating a hearty meal at Nate's house and drinking more than I should, we awoke early the next day and headed to the local fly shop (fly south) for some supplies.  There we each picked up some supplies (including a new net for me, regret not buying that magnet now) and headed to a spot the shop recommended.  While no fish were caught there, I can say that it was one of the most beautiful places I have fished.  Even though we tried many flies, the run off was so fierce that we were constantly knocked down by the current and couldn’t find the fish.  Nate and I spent the day constantly tried to capture each others failures on camera, while constantly trash talking.  The scenes and homebrewed beer made the journey completely worth it and the time outside was simply refreshing.

But the day was not over and Nate and I traveled back to some tributaries of the Harpeth and found ourselves walking up the tribs and fishing as we went (like we were kids again).  Small fish (creek chubs and the like) were the name of the game and our dry dropper rigs proved most effective.  I was actually impressed with how far and accurate a good 4wt double taper line will cast underneath a canopy.  We fished until we were out of light and returned for another stellar meal at Nate's.  Sadly, the next day I had to depart and the day dreams of trout on the fly carried me all the way home.