So fishing on the Davidson River was a blast. The Pisgah National Forest in North Carolina is really beautiful, especially on the river. Imagine glassy clear water that's shallow enough to wade, flowing over round stones. You could actually see the trout in the water. I'm from the Chesapeake Bay, where the water is dark and murky and you almost never see a fish unless it's jumping, so it was a totally foreign experience for me.
There were quite a few fisherman on the river, but still plenty of open spots to fish. Funny enough, though, I didn't actually see anyone catching anything. I hooked a fish at one point, but it got away. It was honestly the hardest fishing I've ever tried. I'd cast and cast my fly right over the fish and they'd either ignore it or nibble and spit it out. They say if you can catch a fish on the Davidson River, you can catch a fish just about anywhere. Apparently the trout have gotten quite savvy about the difference between true and tied flies.
Ladies and gentleman, my husband caught three. The picture above is the smallest of the bunch he caught. The other two were so big he couldn't get his camera out. He's very careful about making sure to release them back in the water as quickly as possible.
Boy, did he ever have a great time :)
I was just happy to almost catch one.
We stayed in a nearby Airbnb, called the Cove Camping Cottage, which was so cool. The lovely host, Vinnie, converted her mountainside land into beautiful landscaped grounds, with a stream and a waterfall, and a flock of ducks and geese! The cottage we stayed in was like a glamping tent, but with its own foundation, and sturdy roof and walls. We wanted somewhere dry to sleep because it looked like the weekend was supposed to be rainy. It was extremely comfortable, with a good bed and gas grill for cooking dinner. Given that it was only $40 a night and is just about a half-hour from the Davidson River and Asheville, I think we might try staying there again in the future. Vinnie also rents out a suite in the main house too.
Anyway, just a lovely time. My husband wants to go back again this weekend, but I told him I thought we had too much to do at home (weeding the garden mostly). Then I realized that it might actually be a great idea. If he goes fishing this weekend, then that would give me lots of time alone to finish editing my practice novel. I've read completely through it once and now I'm doing the second and final read through. To get that finished would be awesome.
So yeah, I think I'm going suggest my husband do a little more fishing this weekend. I suspect he will be pleased.
My husband loves to fish. I mean, he really, really loves fishing. I don't think I can convey how much he loves fishing.
Actually, I can. We're taking a fishing trip this weekend to the North Carolina Smoky Mountains. My husband was so excited last night (Thursday) that he couldn't sleep, even though we're not even leaving until Saturday morning. He spent the entire night tossing and turning, like a kid before Christmas morning, or in this case, like a kid before Christmas Eve. Eventually he gave up on any hope of sleep and spent the tiny hours of the morning giggling at fishing memes. Such as this one:
Or this one:
And this one:
All of which he was very excited to show me this morning!
But I don't mind. I like fishing too. I grew up fishing off the dock at my grandparents house every summer, and in the creek and river behind my parents' house. All I ever did was bait fishing with blood-worms. Later, when I first met my husband, we'd go catfishing with cheesy hot dogs. Which is only to say, I like to fish, but I'm pretty low on the spectrum of technical fishing.
My husband is just the opposite and right now he's into fly-fishing. We're aiming to catch some trout in the mountains this weekend.
I'm excited because it's so nice to have my old husband back. He can get more excited about fishing and being outside then anyone I've ever known. Isn't it funny the things we love about our partners? It's not the money, it's not the looks, it's their passion and excitement for something. At least, that's how it is for me (though my husband isn't hard on the eyes either).
So wish me luck! I've never really fly-fished before, but my husband made me take a free class last weekend so I think I have an idea of what I'm supposed to do. He also very nicely gave me some flies he tied himself. Isn't he sweet :)