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The Jackson Kayak Dealer Summit was earlier this week and I finally found the time to make my way up to Tennessee to attend.  So after attending the Brew at the Zoo on Friday night, trying a boatload of great home brew, and one terrible beer (never try Ghost Face Killah, no matter how much you like Wu-Tang), I got up bright and early on Saturday and began the journey North and East.  The drive was a fairly easy one with Birmingham being the biggest city I would pass; barely a car on the interstate on a Saturday morning.  I left early enough to make a quick pit stop at an old haunt outside of Huntsville before continuing on to Rock Island.  The river was in great shape and needed to be waded.  I quickly grabbed the six weight and started throwing a popper-dropper looking for anything that would bite.

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No bass caught, then again I didn’t fish very long as I didn’t want to have to set up camp in the dark.  After a gorgeous drive through southern Tennessee, I made it to my campsite with light fading fast and set up camp trying to beat the dark and the rain.  A celebratory beer was in order as I don’t know when the last time I set up a tent was and I was pretty sure I did it right.  That was followed by a few more beers around a campfire as I met Jackson teammates I’ve only seen online and caught up with others that I’ve had the pleasure to fish with in the past.  A plan was hatched for Sunday that included a river float to fish for some toothy critters, unicorns they call them, fish of a thousand casts.

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Fished from the kayak this past weekend.  It was the first time I’ve been in one since Trout Challenge – which was in June, so it’s been a while.  Blake and I headed to a Mississippi River oxbow lake to do a little afternoon bass fishing.  Storms were on the horizon, which had me nervous, but we managed to avoid the rain and fish until sunset.  The bite wasn’t hot, in fact it was a little while before we landed a fish, but we caught a few and the average size was pretty good – no trophies, mind you.  It was a beautiful lake, I’d love to fish it when the bite was on, maybe later this Fall.  It was good to get back in the plastic pirogue, the feel of a paddle slicing through water is therapy for the soul.

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