Hey guys –
Neal Osborn and I hit a small creek in North Georgia today, looking for native brookies. We found the brookies, but as the board member who tipped me off to the creek warned, they were very hard to keep pinned to the line. I had six or eight strikes and lost six or eight fish after momentary fights. They would hit the big hoppers, but evidently they couldn’t get their mouths around them.
Anyway, we encountered some ridiculous scenery and some very tight spots. (Dr.) Neal was on call all last night and had barely slept, so give the man some credit (all I gave him was hell and some pancakes).

Tight was the order of the day.