Okay, so we didn't have much luck in the river that ran through it.
And maybe that's because I'm not some diehard fisherman.
I like to fish. Don't get me wrong.
But I'm more of a surf or lake fisherman.
We were smack dab in the heart of fly fishing country.
I lost a lot of hooks is what I'm saying... so we broke down and took the boys to a trout farm by Garndfather Mountain so they could catch some fish. It was sort of ridiculous: they supplied the rod & reel, bait, bucket and net. Yeah and even a pond full of trophy trout just for your pickin'! But we caught some fish, had them cleaned and took them home an ate 'em. Yum.
Plus, I got this picture out of it.