Insects and other foods the trout may be eating:
1.    Blue-winged Olives (Little Eastern BWOs)
2.    Little Sister Caddis (mostly Abrams Creek)
3.    Cream Cahills
4.    Little Yellow Stoneflies (Little Summer Stones)
5.    Little Green Stoneflies
6.    Slate Drakes
7. .  Streamers (Sculpin, Minnows)
8.    Inch Worms
9.    Grasshoppers
10.  Ants
11.  Beetles

Yesterday's Fishing And A Story I've Been Reluctant To Tell
I took the opportunity to get away to fish some yesterday afternoon, all by myself,
something very, very rare for me. I mostly drove around waiting on the heat to drop
down to a tolerable level but that didn't happen. Of course, it was cooler in the higher
elevations but I wanted to experiment with the fishing at a mid to upper-lower
elevations. I thought the higher water levels may be cooler than normal. That didn't
happen because the water temperature was just too warm. At the Chimney's Picnic
area, at approximately 5:00 PM the water was 67 degrees. That's marginal but warmer
than I prefer. I didn't measure it anywhere below there. At Elkmont, not far below the
campground, the water temperature was 66 degrees at about 5:45. That's better but
still not good.

I fished a few spots that I could get to easily on Little River testing some new gear out
without much results. I did manage to catch a couple of small rainbows and one ten
inch brown but that was it. I only fished about an hour at Little River and that's
including moving a few times.

I hit a spot on Walker's Camp Prong, below where most people would fish the stream
and that was paying off well with one brook trout and a small bow, but I just couldn't
get around. It was in a very tough to access area of the stream and I was afraid I
would end up falling and being alone, that wouldn't be good. Oh, I forgot to mention
fractured my coccyx about two and a half weeks ago.
How's that for good use of
the English language, but for those that may not understand, what i cheated and read
from my medical report simply means I broke my tailbone. No big deal. The doctor
said it would be completely healed in a year.

I learned very quickly that it's far more comfortable standing or walking than sitting. I
wake myself up about fifty times a night turning over on my back in my sleep. That
won't work. I cannot sit at my computers over a few minutes at a time. Driving is not
good but I do have a special seat cushion. Fishing is very comfortable but I do worry
about falling. Climbing around over the boulders where I was fishing on normal and
maybe even high water levels for this time of year, isn't a good thing.

There's some irony behind the accident. I fell in my front yard, watering the lawn, the
day just shortly after my friend from New York left. We had fished for three straight
days prior to that. The second day we fished, I decided to wear rubber sole boat
shoes, wet wading of course. I felt sure they were just as good as any wading boots
with rubber soles, so I gave them a try. They worked great in Walker's Camp Prong. I
didn't have any problems slipping.

The second afternoon, we went to the upper part of the Oconaluftee River, which is
an entirely different stream, water chemistry wise. While Walker's Camp Prong has a
low pH, Oconaluftee doesn't, or at least not near as low as Walker's Camp Prong.
There's little to no algae in Walker's Camp Prong and plenty of it in the Oconaluftee. I
slipped and fell twice in the Oconaluftee and hit the rocks and boulders very hard
both times. It's a wonder I didn't break my camera or a bone but I only received
bruises, skinned elbows and legs. I couldn't wade in the boat shoes on the Luftee,
even being very careful. It was like walking on ice with hard leather soles.

The morning Chris left, I stepped on one of the million beautiful, round landscape
rocks outlining the planted areas of the yard and driveway. One lonely rock shot out
from under me like I had stepped on a baseball and I hit bottom first on a bed of the
rocks. So, you figure it out. Was it safer wading (in felt boots) in the park, or working
in my yard? As Jimmy Buffet says, "I've got to stop wishing, and got to start fishing, I'm
down to rock bottom again", or maybe, it's hit rock bottom again. No, I don't mean
money wise. Heck, in that respect, I'm better off than my "Uncle Sam".

Copyright 2011 James Marsh