Numb fingers and waiting for the sun while looking for big trout on the Chattooga... After seeking refuge here so many times this winter, I consider it my "home" river, even though it's three hours in the truck to be here.
I threw big streamers all weekend fishing and camping downstream from the bridge at Burrells ford. I raked my camp pool several times on Saturday, but after studying the water over press-pot coffee on Sunday morning, I hooked a 20"+ rainbow down deep. No measure, but it's the largest trout I've ever landed.
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