"We need to remember that spot!" TJ Stallings said of the big boulder-strewn pool he'd just finished fishing. The trout, including one brown that he described as having had some "shoulders," had been gobbling his 1/32-ounce pink/white Road Runner Original Marabou in the big plunge pool.
I'll remember.
I'll likewise remember the hole that produced the biggest trout of trip. That fish, a brown that we guessed to be 19 or 20 inches long, was tight to a bluff, in a deep, dark eddy, and it pounced on a black Road Runner Marabou as the bait fell along the rock wall. Actually, that spot was already one of my favorites because it yielded a 23-inch rainbow to me several years ago.
Trout weren't quite as abundant as I've sometimes seen them in the Nantahala's runs on April days, but there were plenty to keep the action steady, and they definitely liked the Road Runner Marabous, which combine a Woolly Buggerish sort of a look with the flash of a small blade and great castability on an ultralight spinning outfit.
In the morning the fish were low in the pools and pockets and seemed to favor slow presentations, with the current doing the delivery work. Afternoons brought more aggressive fish that preferred faster, more erratic retrieves, including cross-current and even upcurrent presentations.
Brookies dominated our catch, which is common at the Nantahala, but we caught all three kinds of trout in a couple of days of fishing.
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