"36 Hours...A Small Fishing Window"

36 hours...that's all the allotted time I had to play with. Five days in Tennessee for training upcoming , work to finish up around the house before that and the wife had plans for me that would take up at least part of my time before leaving. Joe and I hadn't been out much lately so I decided to pack up some gear and head South regardless of the limited time. I debated on staying close to home but I was really itching to hit something that would require a bit more of a road trip , 10 hours of driving...five or six hours of sleep...half my time was already gone before I got started , but even a few hours on the water does wonders for the soul. We pulled into the campground around 10:00 , set up camp and ate a quick lunch before hitting the water. We only spent about half a day fishing our intended destination and after finding the water still unseasonably low we ventured off to another section of stream where we explored some new areas in search of the smallmouth that I knew to inhabit this water. We found some beautiful water and enjoyed discovering a few new spots to try on another outing , but the fish just didn't cooperate and we couldn't hook up with any smallies. As it turned out the fall weather was awesome , other fishermen were non-existent, a few small wild rainbows were caught and the company was the best a man can ask for. Here's a few pictures to show the rest of the short story.....