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On Sunday we checked out of our cottage in Jackson and made our way to our cabin in Last Chance, ID. Our drive would take us up through Grand Teton and into the heart of Yellowstone National Park then out to West Yellowstone and down to Island Park, ID. I decided to go a different route through Teton taking us along Mormon Row – it paid off with our first glimpse of a wild bison herd.

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It was really cool to see buffalo in the wild, but I’ll be honest, they are not very exciting creatures. It was kind of like watching cattle in a field. It was still a cool experience because like trout, they live in beautiful places. We continued up following the Snake River through the Tetons on up into Yellowstone, where we were now following the Lewis. We had a short stop at Lewis Falls as we made our way to West Thumb Geyser Basin. There we got our first taste of the geothermal activity that Yellowstone is known for.

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As you can probably tell in the pic of my wife(which was my favorite of the whole trip BTW), we are expecting our first child in November. We are very excited! Just trying to fit in as many trips as we can before that day arrives.

After West Thumb, we made our way toward the busiest part of the Park, Old Faithful. We had a little time to kill before the next eruption so we walked around the Upper Geyser Basin a bit. It didn’t take long to see why the Firehole River was named so.

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Catching Old Faithful in person was definitely cool to experience, but I think I only need to do it once. In a different way, the inside of the Old Faithful Inn was just as impressive to see. We hopped back in the car and headed toward Grand Prismatic Spring. It was a bummer to find out that the boardwalk alongside the spring had collapsed that previous week and was being rebuilt so the site was closed to pedestrian traffic. We found more geysers, springs, and the Fountain Paint Pots just up the road at the Lower Geyser Basin.

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We made one more detour as we approached Madison to go check out the Firehole Falls. As soon as we got in the canyon I had to pull over to cast my line against a giant rock wall. It just seemed like a cool place to fish that had to be holding something. Sure enough I caught a little rainbow and missed another a little bigger right at the foot of the wall.

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On our way out of the Park, following the Madison River now, we stopped to check out the elk that were grazing in the meadows. It was kind of funny to see a “wild” animal with a giant antenna protruding from his head.

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It was a long day touring Teton and Yellowstone National Parks, finished off perfectly at the Madison Crossing Lounge. The beer was cold, the food was good, and the bartender was top notch. I’d recommend it to anyone headed to West Yellowstone.

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Day 4

Our last full day at Georgia was spent fishing at the cabin. Hard to argue the decision after the success we had our first day there; we were basically having withdrawals not hitting it the the day before. It was another good day with some quality fish caught, though not quite as many as on day one. On day one trout were holding all over the place, by day four water levels had dropped and clarity improved a good bit. Instead of getting hits on lousy drifts, you actually had to concentrate and work the water over, hitting every seam where they might be holding. When you got a hit though it was usually a quality fish. I finally lost the Upper Colorado rig that worked well the first day, but Blake had tied up similar stonefly patterns that worked nearly as well, one of them I’ll have up for an SBS pretty soon.

The first fish I tied into on the day was a strong fighter, made several jumps and ran me downstream to the point where I had to actually follow the fish (not quite River Runs Through It style).  It may not have been the biggest fish on the trip, but I’m really happy I didn’t screw it up and was able to bring this fish to hand.

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Then Blake got in on the action with a couple nice fish, the second one on actually came on the dry. Always a treat to watch a big trout rise and sip (or clobber) a big dry.

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The day went on like this as we picked our spots and worked them over. The first (and only) snake encounter we had on the weekend was with a black rat snake that just wanted to be left alone.

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Later on I landed a brookie, a rare treat on this stream which gave me a slam on the day.

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After that we grabbed a beer at the cabin then headed to the spot where we doubled on day one and I tried (and failed) to document with the GoPro. We approached the hole a little differently as the fish weren’t holding in the same spot. These fish were stacked up under some rhododendron so Blake stood on the bank and told me where my drift needed to go and after a short while I was rewarded with a good eat.

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We let the spot settle down, then tried our luck drifting through again, this time a bit further downstream. It wasn’t long before I had another eat and this time it was a better fish. The fish ran sideways and after a very short fight my tippet gave way. What a heartbreak. We pushed further down, beating the bank with nymphs and streamers. Blake threw at a downed tree and I remember telling him that looked like a good spot. I threw at it and had a massive take, then as I laid into him to set the hook deep, I came up empty. My entire rig broke off above the dry! Not quite sure how it happened, there was a lot of structure down there, so it could have run me up into there, all I know is that this fish seemed larger than any other we caught all weekend, now maybe he’s sporting some lip jewelry. Another heartbreak, I really wasn’t in the mood to tie anything else on after that. Blake fished on and caught one last fish before we went back to the cabin.

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It really didn’t take much to convince me to rig up again and I was able to land one more before it got too dark to see.

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Day 5

We woke up a little bit earlier to fish before the long drive back to Louisiana. Not much doing for me on the day, but I did land a couple of fish of note – another brookie and a “trophy” bluehead chub.

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BBQ and Lazy Magnolia at The Shed in Ocean Springs put a nice touch on the end of the trip – I forgot how good this place was. Another successful trip to North Georgia for Memorial Day weekend in the books. It’s too bad we caught a year when my parents were out of town and the girls couldn’t make it, but that certainly freed us up to do a ton of fishing. It was a good year for it too because the creek at the cabin is fishing better now than I ever remember. Hopefully it fishes the same next time I head that way, not sure when that will be, but I always look forward to it.

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Saturday we decided to hit wild water again, however this time we headed somewhere new, to a stream that I’ve yet to fish in the Cohutta Wilderness. It was a bigger body of water than the previous stream and one that we could only access by hiking in, which is always appealing because it keeps most of the riff raff off the water. We stopped at Blue Ridge Fly Fishing on the way in to see if we could re-stock our supply of flies that had been working at the cabin. They were also able to offer advice on what might work where we were headed. We continued on our way and parked at a trailhead along a headwater stream.

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The trail was a gently sloping downhill which took us two miles to where it met the river, then it was just a matter of finding a good place to start fishing. When we got down to the river there were some folks camping streamside and even a few other fishermen, so we hiked a bit further downstream before we began fishing.

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The river was beautiful and had more vertical water than I thought it would, no complaints here, that is something we were use to fishing on our smaller streams. Water levels were great so holding water was everywhere. It didn’t take long to catch fish either, I believe Blake had a hit on the first spot he fished while we were just crossing. We started with dries, throwing yellow bodied Adams, per the advice of the guy at BRFF, and that’s all I fished the whole day, I was getting hits relatively consistently. Blake switched it up and started nymphing the deeper runs and having success as well. The combo worked well since he could work the deep water and I was picking apart the pocket water. Fish size was slightly larger than the day before and I had a solid fish rise at the end of the day, but still no above average fish brought to hand on this day.

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We stopped in Blue Ridge to get dinner and pick up more beer before heading back to the cabin. A couple things to note: the food at the Black Bear Bier Garten was good, but the portion size of our sandwiches left us wanting more – in Louisiana it is generally the other way around, maybe I’m jaded. Also, for a “Bier Garten” the selection of beer was quite lousy, though I did have an excellent Mother Earth Dark Cloud, something I wouldn’t have been able to get back home. One would think that the “Beer Barn” would be an excellent place to find a selection of beer however that wasn’t the case, according to Dad we should have went to Ingle’s. Lessons learned.

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