Early this summer we took a family trip to my parent’s cabin in North Georgia to escape all the COVID mess. It’s easy to keep your distance from other people up that way. We had a great time with my parents, getting the kids outside, hiking in the mountains, and just taking in a different environment than they are used to down here. We are bonafide flatlanders. I was also able to fish a bit on the creek at the cabin and even managed a trip to a blueline one day to fish with a couple of buddies from Alabama.
We met up at the creek early in the morning, but not too early. Sunrise had happened already so I was able to see the fog, on the drive, as it hung around, clinging to the sides of the mountains.
I met up with Mark and James, guys I have had the pleasure of fishing with in the past, though I don’t recall that we’ve ever hit a blueline in Georgia together. We hit a favorite creek of mine which requires a short hike in and depending on the amount of time you want to spend on the trail you may even make it into brookie country. I always approach it with the hope that I catch all three wild trout species in Georgia, but rarely does it happen. Wild Georgia brown trout tend to be pretty elusive for me.
It didn’t take long to catch fish, wild rainbows. I had a sparkle trude pattern on that I could see well on the water and it proved effective all day.
Lots of fish were caught between the three of us as we fished up the creek alternating shots at the best looking water.
Eventually I lucked up a caught a brookie. Lower in elevation than where I thought it would be, but I’m not complaining. Love the natives.
I caught a second brookie later, both were mixed in with the rainbows indicating to me that I was still below a barrier falls. They were pleasant surprises on the day.
Something cool happened to us on the hike out. We spooked a turkey hen that had three little chicks with it. It was bedded down on the trail and I think both parties were equally shocked to be in such close contact with each other. That hen moved up the hillside into the woods, leaving the chicks behind, and followed us as we hiked for what seemed like forever, making a racket the whole time. All I could think was that she was trying to distract us and protect her babies, it was wild.
It was a great day outside, catching wild trout on dries, can’t wait to do it again.