Since Hawgdaddy and I coordinated our house buying, I figure we should also write a similar article. This house coordination thing was brought to my attention by a HUGE fan…(not mentioning any names “overmywaders”). I do apologize that things have been pretty dull on the site lately (my stuff anyway…or “lack of”). I hope that I can now return to the glorious world of blogging, which will either thrill or scare most of you. I do agree whole heartedly with Hawgdaddy though, I truly missed working on the site and talking with all of my new friends. Thanks for all the support you give TVangler, and we hope to get to know you all better in the future. By the way, I also just bought a different vehicle, but don’t worry….Hawgdaddy still has the same one. And NO, we don’t match!!
Ok…enough of that! Now for the original purpose of this article:
Over a week ago, we took the girls to the Great Smoky Mountains for a weekend camping/fly fishing trip. This was an interesting weekend to say the least. My girlfriend, Katie, had never been fly fishing in the GSM National Park. I have taken her several times to small ponds and rivers around home, but the little river isn’t as kind to the novice fly fisherman…or should we say fly fisherwoman?? No time for that debate right now! Anyway, to top it all off, she had never been camping in a tent and expected electricity, hot water, and showers. Let’s just say that she was severely dissapointed to say the least. Her patience was definitely tried on the first day and so was mine. We made our ritualistic stop to the Little River Outfitters, very nice people by the way, and bought her some wading boots, flies, and fishing license. After arriving at camp and getting set up, we then prepared for our first day of fishing. After helping her put on her waders and boots, we discovered that the wading boots were in fact too small. That really translates to a day of pain and suffering for her, and a 10% chance of me being able to fish for any length of time. After taking all she could stand, we headed back to Little River Outfitters for bigger boots. I couldn’t help but think that she wasn’t cut out for this and wasn’t by any means very tough. However, once she removed her foot from the waders, a blister covered the entire back of her ankle. Needless to say, I did feel very bad about my thoughts and for being so gruff about things. we ended up talking to the guys as LRO for a while and didn’t get back to camp until after dark. I hoped and prayed that the next day would be better.
It’s amazing what the right size in wading boots will do for you. She was a mean, lean, fishing machine on Saturday. There were some beginner mistakes, but she was really enjoying herself. I ended up letting her fish most of the time until she got tired, then I would take over. There were a few times that I thought she would never get tired. However, I wanted her to see how much fun this sport truly is and how nature can find a way to cure your everyday thoughts and frustrations (even the one’s from the day before). I didn’t really count on her catching any fish. After all, I didn’t catch any trout until my second or third trip. Much to my surprise, she had landed two average size rainbows by noon. While fighting her first fish, the look on her face was priceless as I heard “Honey!! I caught one…a real trout!!!”. I couldn’t help but laugh and smile back, for some reason it made me happier than if I had caught one. Just to see her catch a trout for the first time was priceless, and I wouldn’t have traded that moment for anything. Her fishing technique and persistence increased dramatically as she began looking more and more like a real fly fisherman. What was even more surprising was when she began pointing out mayflies hatching and what color and sizes they were. Did I miss something here? I mean, is this the same girl? The confidence boost was like night and day. She also now realizes that it isn’t about catching a fish on every cast, but it’s about sharing memories, smiles, laughs, and your first trout with that special someone in your life. She will never forget that moment and neither will I, but there will be many more to come. I ended up with quite a few fish on both days, and fished Sunday for only a few hours having no luck. It was a great weekend, and she is extremely anxious about her next chance to return to the Smokies…or fish anywhere for that matter. She is definitely hooked!