Monthly Archives: April 2013

Amanda and I made a quick trip to North Georgia this past weekend for a Spring visit with the Fam. The Bear on the Square festival in Dahlonega and fishing at the cabin were top priorities. We enjoyed Dad’s bluegrass band so much over New Years, we had to come see them play on the square.

Leaving Louisiana shortly after 4am, put us at the cabin in the afternoon, with plenty of daylight left. Making the most of it, I jumped in my waders, tied up a streamer on my 6wt and set out for the creek.  Dad has been sending me fantastic reports ever since opening day, so hopes were high that it was still fishing well. This area of North Georgia has received a good amount of rain as of late so water levels were at a pretty good level, despite the higher levels, clarity was pretty good too. It didn’t take long to get into the fish. Trout were aggressively slashing at the streamer I was throwing, something Blake tied up that I hear we will have an SBS on pretty soon. By far the most aggressive trout were the browns.





This rare brookie came out of the water to eat the fly on the first pass. I missed him then, but stuck him on the second swing.




Continuing upstream I was raising trout in pretty much every likely spot, catching a few of them, but missing a good many. Their average size was around 16″, so the day was going pretty well. Throw a rainbow in there for the slam and my day was going damn well. Still, it was the browns that stole the show.




I’ve never caught this many browns at the cabin. I’ve got a feeling they were a few more stocked in here than usual and the streamers were getting their attention a little better than dead drifting nymphs. I ended my Thursday with an 18 and a 19″ brown and you couldn’t wipe that shit-eating grin off my face.







That 19″ had a bit more color than the other browns and even had a slight kype to him, I don’t think he was a recent stocker. A Sweetwater 420 was the perfect way to end the day.


On Friday a cold front moved through and brought along with it heavy rain at times. I hesitated to fish early, but eventually made it out. Water levels were rising throughout the day and fishing wasn’t as easy as the day before, but trout were still caught and I even missed one brown that was every bit as big as the 19″ the night before. By the end of the day the water was high and brown, I had one last eat in the evening, but couldn’t get him in hand before he broke me off on a log.






Got out again on a chilly Saturday morning before Bear on the Square. It was a beautiful, bluebird day, but that didn’t translate into fishing success. I flogged water all morning and all I had to show for it was one follow, one eat, and a few scenic shots from the creek.





The morning skunking didn’t sour the whole day though as we made our way to the festival and got to hear some great local bluegrass and see the rest of Georgia Roussel clan. I’ve got some video to edit down, but for now hope y’all enjoy the pics and the report.


Putting together a presentation last Monday for the Red Stick Fly Fishers on fly fishing Florida parish streams inspired me to wake up early and head to a creek this past Saturday in hopes of coaxing a few spotted bass to the fly. It was my first time wet wading a creek this year and with temps around 60 degrees at daybreak it made for a chilly start. I had to wear gravel guards which may be a first for me here in Louisiana. Despite that chilly start it turned into a beautiful day, made even more beautiful by not seeing another soul throughout the day.



Temps eventually made it around 80 degrees, which is about the time the fishing would heat up. With temps that hot you can can bet Mr. No Shoulders was out as well, I saw/heard several plop into the water during the wade. I spent all morning hitting normally productive spots with a popper but I had nothing to show for it until around lunch time. I switched to a streamer fly that Blake had tied up and finally caught my first spot.






For awhile there I was worried I was gonna go home with the skunk, but I was finally able to shake it off with that little spot. With my interest in catching fish renewed I pressed on. In fact I waded further on this creek than I ever have and the fishing was seemingly better the further I got from the bridge (which tends to hold true on every creek I’ve been on). I caught another little spot, but the real kick in the pants were the two that I missed. They would have been quality fish for such a small creek. It was that kind of day though. A day when the phrase, “that’s why they call it fishing, and not catching” was never truer. Poor fishing aside, the scenery was nothing short of spectacular and that’s why it really didn’t matter what was caught at the end of the day, because I enjoyed spending a morning walking a creek and taking it all in.