The I Sock at Trout Fishing Fishing Report and Photo Essay

The I Sock at Trout Fishing Fishing Report and Photo Essay

Thanks for reading the I sock at trout fishing fishing report. The fish in North Carolina are all still there after four days of my mostly unsuccessful attempts to catch them. This blog will be fairly long- you might want to save it for the office!

This is what we fantasized about…

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Back to business…

Left Friday morning on my way to Flat Rock. Stayed off the interstate. Hated driving near Jacksonville, hope to go home a different way. Went through Folkston, stopped at Okefenokee NWR headquarters for a lunch stop and a bit of walking (and dragonfly photography).

I believe this is an eastern pondhawk, a female.

 

Looks like the raccoons got into the turtle eggs again!

Continued to Ohoopee River Campground. Spent the night. OK place, a little trashy. Sixteen cigarette butts at my campsite- I don’t like cigarette litter at all. The river was small, looked pretty nice though. They have kayak rentals there, and bass, and redbellies.

Saturday

morning I finished the trek to Flat Rock (home of the Flat Rock), to the Tedesco’s house, still avoiding the interstate, and met Jim and Kathy there. Jim and I planned our food and tackle needs and packed up his Honda for the trip to Bryson City.

Sunday

 

 

In the morning we headed out for the two-hour trip. Check-in at Nantahala Cabins wasn’t until 1500, so we went to Joyce Kilmer Memorial Forest and took the two-mile hike through these never-logged woods. AMAZING trees. I am so glad someone left us a few!

We checked in, met up with Tammy, ate a couple vittles, and went fishing in the Nantahala River. I raised a fish to a #16 caddis dry on my first cast- missed it. Raised another. Missed it. It must have been softball- two strikes and I was out. Jim caught three troutlets, the largest of which was eight inches. Like me, Tammy got blanked. Tammy’s sock and my sock react synergistically to give us way more sock than the sum of our individual socks.

Monday

We went to the Tuckaseegee. The gauge was at 3.3, running at about 2000 cfs. I looked at the water flow and depth and said, I’m not wading in that, I’ll get swept away. We ended up on the “Trophy” section of the Oconaluftee River. My trophy brown, caught on a nymph, was perhaps six inches long, and still had parr marks. I made an attempt to photograph it but it squirted out of my hand while I fumbled for the camera.

Although we could have had multiple hookups on tubers, the season on them was closed. Tammy got a junior league “trophy”, too, but we were not near each other, so no photo.

After dinner Jim and I again tried the Nantahala. Not a bite did we get.

Tuesday

Casting in the rain.

We went to a different section of the Oconaluftee. In the rain. I elected to bring a camera instead of a fly rod. Jim raised and missed one fish, but I did get some photos of them fishing.

More casting in the rain.

 

Yes, it’s still raining.

 

We did catch some elm, though.

Tuesday evening we again went to the Nantahala. The water was higher and dirtier than the previous two evenings. Again, I took photos. Even Jim’s attempt to fish was half-hearted.

On the Nantahala River.

 

More Nantahala.

 

Yes, still more!

Wednesday

The forecast was for an inch of rain. You just can’t trust weather forecasts. The rain did spatter a bit but there was no inch of rain. We hardly fished, choosing instead to look for elk and other critters in Cataloochee Valley. There was a creek there and in a deeper spot I saw a fish rise. I got my rod, cast the caddis out there, raised a fish and missed it, raised another one and missed it, too. Then no more rises. Jim tried, too. All he attracted was an audience.

Jim raised an audience.

 

A Cataloochee Valley butterfly.

We did see a cow elk, and some wild turkeys, and various bees and butterflies and flowers. The Cataloochee Valley is lovely. It was a good way to spend the day.

Mountain laurel was blooming.

We did not try the Nantahala Wednesday night, even knowing that to catch a fish, one must venture his bait. Sometimes it’s better to admit you’re licked…

Thursday

morning Jim and I visited the Nantahala yet again, just at one of the pullouts along the section that the rafters use. There were two men spin fishing there. I chatted with one of them, who admitted to using sophisticated bait- doughballs. He caught a trout while I watched, and added it to the six already in his creel. I thought, wow, I really do sock.

We got our rods. I cut off the fly and tied on a gummy worm. Of course it worked, although the rainbow trout it fooled was only about seven inches long. Still, it was a trout after several days of catching nothing.

Not exactly like the fish in my fantasy!

After lunch we went and got Tammy, then headed to Cades Cove for some wildlife viewing. So did 250,000 other car owners. It was stupid traffic.

That having been said, we saw several black bears (they caused most of the traffic problems), several deer, some lovely, big draft horses, and various other plants and animals. Then we went to see the fireflies.

Bears with ear tags- what is the world coming to??

I figured fireflies would be hard to photograph, and they were, but I’ve never seen as many anywhere. Tammy’s friends Mike and Jeanette told us that we missed the peak firefly nights, which are completely unpredictable. I would like to see that, but am certainly glad we witnessed what we did! Pretty danged amazing it was!

Fireflies are hard to photograph.

 

Shut your car off when you’re in a parking lot!

Friday

was checkout day. We took our ball and went to the Davidson River. I had my first fish in five minutes, a small rainbow trout.

Not exactly my fantasy fish!

and my second a few minutes later, a brook trout that was almost a foot long. WOW! A small beadhead nymph did the trick.

The best fish of the trip.

A while later I got another small rainbow trout, then missed a strike. No brown trout, no slam. We wrapped it up and returned to Flat Rock.

Saturday

morning I’m starting the trek back to Chuluota, hope to be there by noon on Sunday.

That’s the I sock at trout fishing Fishing report. Thanks for reading!

Every day is a blessing. Don’t waste it- Go fishing! Go paddling! Ride a bike! Stay active!

John Kumiski
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Sienna Mini-Camper Van- The First Trip

Sienna Mini-Camper Van- The First Trip

camper enjoying campfire
At our Davidson River campground site.

 

This blog post is about the Sienna mini-camper van- the first trip! It was to North Carolina and it was delightful!

The Plan

Our plan had several threads-

-stay off the interstate as much as possible
-visit Susan’s sister in Athens, Georgia
-visit Jim and Kathy Tedesco in western North Carolina
-hook up with John Gilbert
-go hiking
-go fishing
-and perhaps most importantly, test the livability of the mini-camper and make notes on necessary tweaks.

As a result of all of this, the post may be long for some readers. My apologies.

Plan Into Action

On a Friday morning we were loaded up and were off. Our goal that evening was Suwannee River State Park. We took SR 46 to US 441 to US 90. The construction on 46 made driving that portion unpleasant.

US 441 was a succession of ugly strip malls until we were past Ocala. After that it was lovely. We stopped at a pull-off at Paynes Prairie State Park. A boardwalk went out onto the lake there. Under the boardwalk was a large alligator. There were three guys there. One was leaning over the rail, arm extended, phone in hand, taking pictures of the alligator. I said to him, “Don’t drop your phone.” He said, “If I drop it, he can have it!”

pier, Paynes Prarie State Park
The pier at Paynes Prarie

 

alligator
Waiting for a telephone.

 

Lake City is not a place you’d want to visit.

 

 

Suwannee River State Park was pleasant. I’d had an idea of fishing there but the water was too high. We went for a short walk, with beautiful views of the confluence of the Suwannee and Withlacoochie rivers. We hadn’t budgeted much time there, not enough to see the place.

 

 

confluence of WIthlacoochie and Suwannee Rivers
At the confluence…

 

Susan, SRSP

Sleepy Time

Soon enough it was time to test the camper. I’d slept in it once but Susan had not. She suffers from claustrophobia. Would we have to turn around and go home?

We had too much stuff in the Sienna mini-camper van. The cooler took lots of our floor room, and her portapottie took the rest. I had hung a cargo net for our bulky clothes items. We laid down on the bed with our heads to the back of the van and she said, “I can’t do this.” “Do a spin!” I said. “Put your head at the other end.”

It worked. That’s how we sleep in the van now, with our heads forward.

The mattress that we bought on Amazon was awesome. We were very comfortable, even though the cargo net was in our faces.

On to Georgia

Due to the distance to Athens, we spent three hours on I-75 before hitting more back roads through some lovely Georgia countryside. The cotton was ripe in the fields. There were big bales of it, round, like hay bales. We didn’t stop, though- we had an agenda.

It was great seeing Kathleen, it had been a long time since I had. Visiting is weird in pandemic time. We sat outside, with masks on. No hugs, no kisses. Hopefully no COVID either. Two of Kathy’s children and some of her grandchildren were visiting too. The kids made happy noises until after dark, while we told stories, shared old memories, and laughed.

Davidson River

Susan and I slept in the van, and left for North Carolina the next morning. All beautiful back roads, with 15 MPH speed limits where the switchbacks were. Setting up camp once at Davidson River campground was a breeze- just prep the kitchen!

If I could have dialed up whatever weather I wanted for this trip, I could not have done as good a job as what we actually got. Cool, crisp nights, warm, cloudless, sunny days, just spectacular.

The next morning Jim Tedesco showed up with flies and fly rods, and waders for Susan. We all went fishing in the Davidson. Fishing wasn’t epic but we got a couple of trout and had a lot of fun. They day passed quickly, too much so.

on the Davidson

 

tiny rainbow trout
My soft hackle trout

 

Jim was there again the next morning. We went to Pink Beds hiking trail and took a five mile walk through autumn woods.

At the trailhead, Pink Beds

 

map of the trail, at the trailhead

 

Jim and Susan pose along the trail.

 

The autumn colors were beautiful.

 

This was a snack stop.

 

Another spot along the trail.

 

After lunch we went hiking up a tributary of the Davidson, wearing waders, carrying fly rods. We found some trout up there and on a dry fly I caught one of the smallest ones I ever have, little larger than a salmon smolt.

fly fishermen
Jim and Susan work a pool.

 

waterfall
This fall drops into the pool shown above.

 

Susan works a different pool.

 

Wednesday Jim and Kathy came to pick up Susan, and John Gilbert came to pick up me. Sue was going sightseeing, I was going fishing. Gilbert and I fished all morning, returning to the campsite for lunch. There was a magical moment there when a gust of breeze knocked a lot of leaves off the trees. We watched, spellbound, as the leaves drifted down like giant, colorful snowflakes falling from a cerulean sky.

fly fisherman
John Gilbert works a pool on the Davidson.

 

We fished all afternoon, too. Neither of us touched a fish all day. At least one of us didn’t care.

Back Roads Take Longer

Thursday saw Susan and I packing our van and rolling out. We intended to stay at Crooked River State Park in Georgia that night, again travelling by back roads.

These roads were really slow, at first because they were steep and curvy, and then because there were lots of small towns. At lunchtime we were a quarter of the distance we had to go. We had lunch at a local eatery in Clinton, South Carolina. Then we hit the interstate. As it was we pulled into our campsite at sunset, after a very long day in the van.

Heading Home

In the morning we pulled out, looking forward to sleeping in our bed at home that evening. We again took back roads, thus avoiding I-95 through Jacksonville.

For lunch we stopped at a fantastic little eatery in Palatka, Caribbean 450. I wish it was closer to home!

Things We Learned

A few of the things we learned on this trip-

-we need to learn how to better budget our time on the back roads. I think 200 or 250 miles is the most you can comfortably expect to drive in one day. If you want to stop and visit at interesting places, and we do, then it will be less.

-our cooler, an absolutely awesome Orion 65, kept our food cold with only two gallons of ice for the entire trip. Sadly, it’s just too big for the van. I think we need a small refrigerator.

the cabinets were a must-have. They came in so handy!

-the cargo net needs to be moved further aft, if I can manufacture attachment points back there.

-most importantly, camping in the minivan is entirely viable. We had room for our clothes, cameras, fishing gear, books, computers, food and kitchen gear, books- everything we need to make an extended trip. And it’s comfortable!

We’re already planning another trip!

Special thanks go out to Jim and Kathy Tedesco and to John Gilbert for helping to make our trip so memorable!

A few facts from the trip-

Distance travelled- 1,427 miles

Average fuel economy for the Sienna- 22.9 miles per gallon

Expenditure for fuel- $125.27

Thanks for reading about our Sienna mini-camper van- the first trip!

 

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North Atlantic and North Carolina Fishing Report

North Atlantic and North Carolina Fishing Report

Thank you for reading my north Atlantic and North Carolina fishing report. Nothing terribly exciting contained within, unfortunately.

North Atlantic Report

Tuesday 10/13 I took the Mitzi out of the Port, hoping to find some mullet along the beach. Although they were not there, plenty of other boats were. We ran north along the beach as far as the tip of the cape, the north wind discouraging me from exploring any farther. Didn’t see many mullet. Got a jack and a ladyfish blind-casting a jig. Was surprised there were no bluefish, but there you go. On my way back, I observed almost all the boats that had been there earlier were gone.

Wednesday I brought the Mitzi to Jam-Up in Sanford to get the gel coat nicks fixed.

North Carolina Report

Friday Susan and I got in the van and rolled, eventually arriving Sunday at the Davidson River campground in North Carolina, on a first test of the mini-camper. (Read about that at https://johnkumiski.com/sienna-mini-camper-van-the-first-trip/) We stopped at Davidson River Outfitters, where they sold me a couple of the “hot fly,” a #16 soft hackle pheasant tail.

My best fish of the trip.

Monday morning Jim Tedesco showed up to take us fishing. He graciously gave Susan fly casting and fishing lessons while cutting me loose. I got a single trout on the soft hackle, a seven inch rainbow. I changed the fly, opting for a streamer, on which I got nothing. In the process I dropped and lost the soft hackle.

Jim and Susan work a pool.

We stopped for lunch and compared notes. Jim had gotten a 12 inch rainbow on a dry fly.

In the afternoon I tried the other soft hackle I had. It got hung on a root. The 6X tippet parted. Love that stuff. Got one bump on a bead head nymph. Tried various other things, none of which worked. My friends missed a couple bites.

Don’t move the rocks.

Tuesday afternoon we hiked up a tributary of the Davidson. We came to a pool full of diminutive trout. I caught one about the size of a mud minnow on a dry fly. At another pool further up I had six or eight rises and pooched all of them. Then it was time to go.

Susan works a pool.

Wednesday morning John Gilbert came, and he and I went fishing the Davidson again. I know I suck at trout fishing, so to save time I’ll just say we were both skunked.

John Gilbert, on the Davidson River

I talked with another fisherman named Scott at one of the pools we fished (you will see lots of other fly fishers on the Davidson), where there were a couple fish rising occasionally. Scott said you couldn’t get one on anything larger than a #26 midge. I can hardly get the #16s tied on. I have no interest in 26s.

The Davidson is a lovely stream, but it is very heavily fished. The fish have highly developed hook avoidance behavior. I don’t wish to fish it again. Ever.

More locally, the Mosquito Lagoon gauge is still reading 2.0, and the Econ gauge is at 6.5. In my opinion, both are still too high to fish effectively.

Life is great and I love life!

Every day is a blessing. Don’t waste it- Go Fishing! or travel!

John Kumiski, author of Fishing Florida by Paddle- An Angler’s Guide
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