Last Friday my family and I made it out to our mountain cabin in West Jefferson, NC. On Saturday morning, we drove down on switchback roads through a heavy forty one hundred foot mist out to a Methodist campground on the New River, where we spent the day fishing, eating, and playing horseshoes with family friends. My father caught his stride early, settling most of his casts on a pool where a sizeable school of red-eye (Ambloplites rupestris) had holed up, pulling every one of his eight day total out with a triumphant yawp.

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An admittedly terrible fly-fisherman myself, I cheated by attaching a small length of worm to a black woolybugger on my Shakespeare spinner. With this setup I managed to pull in two trout further upstream from my father, the second of which put up a great fight. The swollen skies threatened with rain all day but never did more than appear bruised, so we remained cool. After stowing the rods I studied some of the plants along the bank, finding common milkweed, common plantain, and common mullein, among others.

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  1. OutdoorsBlogger on September 7, 2007 8:24 am

    Looks like big Jim took you to the hole. Would you mind sharing the fly he was using and the water temp. up there if you happen to know it? Cheers & good fishing.

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