My cousin, John, is quite the outdoorsman. He comes from a family where his dad brought him deer hunting in the woods of West Virginia before he could walk. He carried him in his Carhartt’s as he sat out in the silence of the woods bow hunting. Apparently, my cousin was quite well behaved and quiet for his age – either that or he must have slept the whole time!
My Uncle John and my cousins would frequently go up to the rivers and streams in the mountains and catch their limit of stocked trout within an hour frequently. They are quite the fisherman, able to read the water and have perfect presentation to the trout. I had joined them several times and was amazed at the ease they would catch fish.
One of my earliest childhood memories was to my Papa’s cabin near the George Washington National Forest in West Virginia, fairly close to Washington D.C. Surprisingly, my cousin John is the only one who really took a liking to fly fishing. Once he got hooked, there was no turning back. John now ties all of his own flies, made a custom handmade bamboo rod for himself, and he frequently bushwhacks through the remote West Virginia wilderness in search for native brook trout.
John was coming into town from West Virginia, so it only made sense to fish the South Holston River on his way into Sevier County – as he had to pass by it anyway. The South Holston River is known for its tremendous fishing opportunities for large brown trout and its perfect conditions for holding trout including its oxygen level. We had a lot of rain in the area the past week, so we were somewhat skeptical of the fishing conditions. Since we were going to be wading the river instead of floating, the Holston Dam generation schedule was also an issue. Unfortunately, we had bad luck on both accounts.
John managed to pull in two brown trout off the South Holston, while the rest of us came up empty – unless you count the small shiner/chub that I caught! The fog on the river made it somewhat difficult to see our flies, but made for some interesting pictures. After we got done fishing, we loaded up, got some grub, and then headed back to our house in Sevierville. We arrived just before midnight and had to get up early the next morning to fish. John had wanted to visit Little River Outfitters in Townsend, so we decided to fish the Little River that day due to its close proximity.
For several pictures of our trip to the South Holston River please click the links below: