Comrade of the R.F.A., Marc Ballantyne |
There is no bad time to fish the Little Smoky, but historically we have always fished it in the Autumn when the ice has just started to creep out from the banks, the Grayling are aplenty and the otters are up to their usual light-hearted antics.
Two Revered Forces of Nature: The Little Smoky and Denis Charron |
Local Laureate Peter Grelli |
The Smoky was indeed productive and everyone hooked into a few of those dapper little Grayling that the river is known for. As much as we at the Alliance love fishing, the real highlights of this trip were the simple joys that come with spending a weekend at the riverside in good company. We filled the evenings by relaxing around the campfire, sipping on some fine whiskey, indulging in a savoury cigar or pipe, musing over the day's catches, listening to the sizzle of grilled steak and asparagus mingle with the crackle of the coals and flames, and enjoying the type of casual and sincere conversation that only seams to happen in these sorts of settings. To top it off, we had local writer/musician/barista/raconteur Peter Grelli along for the trip. His presence around the campfire should be included amongst the other 7 Natural Wonders of the World. It was an unforgettable experience. He happens to be a close friend of the Alliance and has joined us on a couple of memorable outings over the past year.
A weekend along the Little Smoky has always meant writing a new chapter of memories with friends, and I can't help but reminisce a little on some of the earlier chapters we wrote here with Ron and Nina and the Legendary Scott Middleton. It's experiences like this that make fishing a life's passion rather than a past-time... Alas, one weekend is far too short a time to spend among such excellent and admirable company.
(Photo Credit: Scott Wilson, Peter Grelli)
Wish I could have joined you guys on this one. The salmon are just starting to run up the local rivers. Going out in the boat to troll the river mouths Thursday.
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