Jay, did you leave on Sunday or Monday? I'm thinking I lost a day. I got into camp on a Friday night and ran into you while setting up my tent. I fished with Ryan and Bruno on Saturday, then with the whole gang at Owassee in the evening. Sunday I was pretty sure you and I went to Slate, then you went home and kicked the young lady to the curb(or got kicked, I forget). Sunday night I believe is the night Tom was talking about. Regardless I felt the same way as he did about the creek. I was nymphing and fishing buggers for at least 3 hours grumbling to myself about how lameass that stretch of water was with a chub and 2 rock bass the whole time. Then came the rain. Great...... lame stretch and rain. I musta' done somethin' good in a past life..........Then someone flipped the switch. I felt like it was one of those times they write books about. Bugs everywhere and fish to match. If I remember correctly, which I seldom do, I got 5 and missed about 10, with half of the "misses" coming like a foot away from me. I was seriously short on flies by this point and was using some of the oldest dullest hooks I own. I'm pretty sure I was using a size 10 or 12 yellow comparadun, as they were smashing the biggest sulphurs I have ever seen and it was the only thing yellow that I had at the time. It only lasted about an hour, or should I say I only lasted an hour. It was quite raining and I had both my camera and video camera with me so I headed back to the truck before the cases soaked through, but the fish were still on when I left. I think they were tapering off a bit, and it was too dark to tie on any more flies, but I still wish I had stayed a little longer and at least got a solid strike from old toilet mouth.
Boyer