Been a while since I posted one of these. Andrew Wright and I went brookie fishing in a small creek in north Georgia today. It did not suck.

It got smaller from here.


Andrew has a fair bit of climbing experience. I told him to try to get an air guitar going but he was more worried about not cracking his spine or something.

Hello, old friend.

No shortage of these guys either.

We got seriously dirty.


Andrew stayed traditional; I fished a tiny yellow Stimmy.

The new old reel got a workout.

Andrew insisted I get “one of those shots like with the tarpon.” *
* This may or may not be a true statement…

We don’t need no stinkin’ nets.


Some places on this creek get mighty tight, like this canyon. The flat 2D image doesn’t do the height of some of these drops justice.

Some of these brookies are pretty good size by Appalachian standards.


The light comes and goes up there; by the end of the day we heard thunder echoing around the mountains.