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    Default Appalachian Native Brook Trout Adventure

    Posted at another site. Cool pics just the same. This is how I fish for brooks in NC/SC/GA. Get in the smalls streams, stay low and work upstream. A backcast is impossible. Short roll casts rule the day.

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    That's might be my favorite way to fish. I can hardly fish lakes and ponds anymore unless I am drowning crickets with my kids

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    I really wanna do that at least once.
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    If I have my way, I'll be living on a stream like that within the next year.
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    I did this a lot as a kid. In seventh grade, I saved up enough from stripping and waxing the floors of my middle school over the summer to buy a decent rod, and cheap-ass eagle claw real. My grandparents had a house in Linville, so I would make them take me to Foscoe Fishing Company the day we got there. I would ask whoever was working, what flies were the fish hitting. Once I bought line and tippet, they would give me a dip can-sized clear plastic container full of terrestrials and lead heads to try out at no charge. I would fish the small back streams for days on end learning how to cast and what approach worked. I quickly learned my fly stash was not enough to try back casting. I happened upon roll casting by accident, and it changed my whole outlook on fishing. It took me months to catch my first wild fish.

    I still remember the first rainbow coming out from under a rock to strike at a bitche's creek(sp?) fly I offered. I would sneak upstream of every creek, casting at every slow-moving pocket of water I could find. I learned to catch fish. It is still one of the best memories of my life. We don't go anymore, and I haven't pulled out the fly rod in years, but it could still get my heart pumping faster than just about anything could.
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