Thanksgiving. For me the very mention of the holiday brings to mind so many things. My Mothers cornbread stuffing. The smell of Turkey lingering heavy in the air. Pumpkin pie. Food induced naps in front of the television. Seeing family and friends we have possibly not visited with since last year. Tradition.
The days are not cold yet, but are moving in that direction with momentum. I think to date, we have only had one light frost. Rain has been a regular here and the temps are topping out in the upper fifties to lower sixties. Rain and cool temperatures mean one thing for me this Thanksgiving…fishing.
Myself, Brad, John, and Jeremy are planning on a trip this Saturday. I don’t know how it is where you are, but around here there is a sure fire potential to nab a huge trout during the latter part of November, and the recipe for it is quite simple. Find a moderately sized feeder creek into a larger body of water and sling something that looks like a military experiment gone horribly wrong.
It almost sounds sick to use the words Thanksgiving and Sex Dungeon in the same phrase, but big uglies are the key to the kingdom during these events. I think it is also worthy to note that I hate to streamer fish.
Having said that, Saturday, I will pack a few leftovers into a bag, grab my sex dungeon, and head to a certain North Carolina stream that- if it all plays out according to reports- should be chocked full of bruisers.
Or: we could load up and hit the South Holston again and gingerly drop size 20 Blue Winged Olives with the potential of greatness.
Thanksgiving? I am thankful to have that choice. Either way, it will be wet and cool and I will love it.
From us here in the land of The Perfect Drift, I hope that you have angling adventures to be thankful for, angling adventures yet to come, and a table full of goodies surrounded by those you love….or at least tolerate.
Later this week, we take a look at a new fly shop. 3 Rivers Angler!!!
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