January Meeting

Matt A. Kulp the Supervisory Fishery Biologist at the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. Will be giving his annual  ‘State of the Fisheries’ update to our chapter. Matt will discuss ongoing research and restoration projects in the park and opportunity’s for our members to volunteer this upcoming year.

The Chapter meeting will be Tuesday January 28 at the Bluetick Tavern / Barley’s in downtown Maryville. Social hour starts at 6:00 and the meeting will start at 7:00pm. We will meet in the upstairs banquet room.

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The Christmas Trout

I came across a Christmas story  by Mike Altzer on the Sporting Classics Daily

“Mind you, it’s not that I couldn’t fish; it’s just that I didn’t have the heart to do it. For you see, we had always fished together on Christmas, my brother Jack and me, somewhere, sometime. It might be on Christmas Eve or on Christmas Day or perhaps even on the day after Christmas. It might be up on Doe Creek or Laurel Fork or over on the Holston or the Clinch or the Watauga”.

You can read the story at this link  https://sportingclassicsdaily.com

Merry Christmas

Joe

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November / December Meeting

Next meeting will be December 3 at Barley’s Maryville, This meeting will be our Business meeting follow by a silent auction. You bring the stuff you want to get rid of and some of the money goes to the chapter. This was a lot of fun last year and a lot of stuff changed hands. Social hour starts at 6 and business meeting at 7. The silent auction will go on from 6 till 8.

 

Winter reading

I came across a story on the GRAY’S SPORTING JOURNAL  website

Beyond Big Snowbird

OCTOBER IN WESTERN NORTH CAROLINA, season of the hunter’s moon and pickups with kennels wedged into their beds. Around Robbinsville, such rigs are a common sight, as is blaze orange, camo, and the bear hunters who wear both. This is Horace Kephart country, after all, and the “hounders” of the Southern Highlands mark time via the bloodline of hounds: “That was the year Belle’s legs stove up on her,” or, “It was the same spring Gypsy littered Clyde and Buck.”

By contrast, my days and years on southern streams have a tendency to run into one another. With no spring runoff and conditions that make year-round fishing not only possible but also enjoyable, a weird sort of amnesia drifts over me. It becomes difficult to distinguish one trip among many, one particular hatch from all the others. I try to imagine the fly fishing equivalent of hounds and bear hunts. What would my reminiscence sound like? “That was the year I blew out my favorite waders,” or, “It was the same spring I slammed my four-weight in Uncle Terry’s screen door.”     Read more at   Gray’s website

 

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