It’s not Fox Creek in Grayson County, VA; it’s definitely not the Davidson River near Brevard, NC. But the Groudle River (yes, they call it a river) is a five-minute walk from my front door. You could even see it from my front door if it weren’t all covered by the trees that surround it.
This is the first time I’ve gotten a chance to go fishing since I got back. Lisa was headed out for a run and since I went “running” with her the last two days (she jogs, I run and walk some), I decided to get in the creek.
I hooked up a #16 black mosquito and hung a #14-ish Prince nymph a foot behind it. I was 100% sure that if I got any strikes, they would be on the dropper. Five minutes after I got in the water I was proven wrong. I drifted my flies right where you see in the picture above. Second float, I didn’t see the strike, but suddenly my rod was doubled over and I saw a flash of white. This wasn’t supposed to be happening – the largest fish I’d caught my first tour here was probably 5″.
This one gave me a good run for my money and when I finally got him to me, he was a honest 8-9″ wild brown. This would be an legit fish in either the Davidson or Fox Creek, but in this little stream, well, this was like catching a 16″ brown in those waters.
I usually get the fishies back in the creek as quickly as I can, but I really wanted documentation of this baby. I have a feeling it might be the largest trout for a mile in either direction. But have no fear, he went back in the water soon enough and high-tailed it for deep safety.
I caught one more – a typical 4-5″, then climbed out and was in the garage taking off my dripping reef shoes five minutes later.
P.S. As I stood there after releasing the big fish, I thought to myself, “Somewhere, ol’ Dean C. Jones is grinning ear-to-ear about this fish.”