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Left Asheville in great weather and in a good mood, it quickly turned into a steady snowfall at Sam's Gap, this should have told me something. Got to the hotel at about 11:00 last night only to find out that they overbooked
. We had made reservations at the Hilton in Johnson City almost a month ago. To beat all, we called on Wednesday evening to make sure everything was okey dokey. After some debate, I was told that sometimes booking sites overbook on purpose. He didn't like it when I explained that they were made IN PERSON AT THE HOTEL ITSELF!!!!!!!!He dissapeared to the back room and his underling came out with some cookies for the " inconvenience"......Please, eat them yourself and refund the room charges you quickly put on my card when I made reservations
I guess Laura won't be sitting by the pool
Not wanting to drive back through the snow, we found another hotel pretty quick. I figured it couldn't get any worse. Now to the fishing part. I started at Sycamore shoals. No hatches, high water, this was going to be rough. I got the big goose egg in all my familiar spots and offerings . I tried Sawyer's Pheasant tails ( 18's ) with a #20 Zebra dropper. I switched after a while to a #20 stripper midge. still nothing. When the wind came up, I walked below the park to the bigger holes, tied on a heavy #6 coffee/black pat's rubber leg and on my first pass I get a big take
. About 16-18 inches of rainbow rockets out of the water and throws my fly. Oh well, It's an improvement. 20 more minutes pass without action, so I move down a hole and like the last, I connect with a bigger fish , maybe 20'' and this time i got a witness. A guy in a drift boat stopped to root for me, then he broke my 4x flourocarbon tippet
. I am a grown man, I refuse to cry. I left there to go to the ballpark. 2 hours of nothingness greeted me. I watched a big sub surface drake hatch come off about 2:00, go for about 30 minutes, then end as fast as it started. I saw one fish rise to them. In desperation, I went big. I started throwing #4 white zonkers and more PRL's in the big dark holes. I accepted defeat and went to walk around Historic Jonesboro with Laura and eat some BBQ. I did get to test my new Simms Skeena gloves in the 30 degree weather.
They work too well. Every so often you have to take them off and let your hands breathe.
