So Kevin arrived at our cabin and had some coffee while we finished getting ready. Kevin asked where we wanted to go and we said we would like to chase smallies for the afternoon. Kevin said he knew of a couple of good places and the packing of the vehicle began. We, of course, had to take a photo of all of us:
We headed out from Harman's and ended up here:
The scenery was stunning here:
Kevin definitely put us on the fish. I was using a chartreuse Road Kill Nymph and just crushing them. It was their crack for the day. They loved it. I believe I ended the day with around 40 long eared sunfish, 20 smallies and 7 red eyed rocks. I did hook into something that took me for a run down stream before it broke my line. I never was able to turn it or get it to come to the surface. Everyone overall did well. Kevin even tried one of my poppers and was catching fish on it. This was a first for him. Here is Kevin with his first smallie on a popper which was my Luscious Lemon:
I was having such a great time catching fish that I didn't want to leave. Greg was worn out and told me that his wrist was hurting from the casting all day. Kevin needed to get back to the cabin since he still had an hours drive to his house. I kept saying one more cast, one more cast. Well that and I couldn't possibly go anywhere until I finished my cigar. Everyone headed back up to the car while I was still catching fish. In the end I finally had to wrap it up and we headed back to the cabin. We really had a great time with Kevin. I am looking forward to meeting up with him again in the future for some fishing.
By the time we got back to the cabin, dinner was almost ready. We all had dinner and cleaned the area up. I was busy but heard the girls yelling "rod, rod, rod." I couldn't for the life of me figure out what was going on. I came out to find Greg holding about six inches of the tip of a rod that had apparently broken off. Greg told me "well now I owe you a 5wt as you aren't the only one who broke a rod on this vacation." Greg had moved my rod to beside the back door of the cabin. When he went out for something, it slide down the wall. The girls realized what was happening but Greg didn't stop in time. He closed the door on the end of my favorite 5wt thus breaking the tip off.
Two rods down in 24 hours and still two and a half days at the cabin left. It wasn't looking real good for us at that particular moment.