Brown town. I knew as soon as I saw it and sure enough (:
We celebrated Michael's birthday with a fly fishing trip to Hazel Creek in the Smokies. Honestly, he's had this fishing hole on his list forever and we just finally made it happen...around his birthday.
Per usual, Wren got spoiled and loved on by family in Walhalla all the while Michael, Chris and I trekked 2.5 hours by car, 7 miles and 25 minutes by pontoon across Lake Fontana and 5 miles on foot to our backcountry campsite, Sugar Fork alongside the famed Hazel Creek. We went with dreams of nonstop tight lines and grand slams and we ended up with such fond memories, a killer campsite scoped out for an annual return [boys] trip! None of us were skunked [even caught all of mine on dry flies!] and the rainbows had rosey red cheeks, the browns were buttery. And native > stockers any day of the week.
Sweet Bink, can you have a birthday every month?! Love you and all the things you love and how you let me in on those things too.
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