A steady soaker punctuated by big bolts if lighting kept Nathaniel, Asher and me from fishing our way back through the Smoky Mountains on our way home from Townsend yesterday.
I would have liked to have given Asher one more shot at a Smokies trout, and the very dark "brown trout skies" made it somewhat hard to drive past Little River's massive pools. Prudence took the upper had though, and by the time we'd crossed the mountains Oconoluftee was stained and seriously surging.
I did confirm over the weekend that Asher really enjoys stream fishing for trout, so I'll gave to get him out on a Georgia stream some time soon to try them again. For now, I'm home and ready to write some fish stories.