Don't let that that rain come down.

 My South Holston river friend, (one of only two people who will fish with me), (the other is currently on injured reserve), is up for a visit (he brought his boat) and today we floated. There might have been some question about where we chose to float (no one else launched where we did), but we enjoyed the fact that we never saw another fisherman, let alone another boat, on the river all day.

The weatherman might well have gilded the lily a bit when he predicted a chance of showers and a high temp of sixty degrees. It rained all day, and the temperature peaked at fifty three degrees. When I read the forecast for the rest of Mark's stay (rain for the next four days) I was thankful that we got in the day that we did today. 

How was our day? We sucked it up, paid an extra $5.00 to launch (didn't have the proper change), parked in the wrong place (got a note from the owner where we put in), never made it to the predetermined takeout place, and had a delightful day counting bugs (there were that few), and casting at the few fish that were rising.

How'd we do? We didn't get  double figures in fish caught, but didn't land a fish under sixteen inches, only lost one fish, and suffered the indignity of only two refusals. We saw one deer crashing through the knot weed, and more eagles than you could ever count (or the same two over and over again).

The outlook? Grim at best. More rain is on tap for tomorrow with little chance that there will be any sun to heat up the water. The wading opportunities are virtually non-existent and if we get the nearly inch of predicted rain I'll be back to reading novels. 

Have a hair cut scheduled with Vicky tomorrow at eleven and will determine what if any fishing can be done thereafter.

   

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