![]() Checking my phone for signal, I saw that I didn’t have it. Beaverdam Creek: Cherokee National Forest WTF! These God-danged necks were just trying to scare off the rest of us fishermen! Keep the hole to themselves! State must’ve just stocked it, I guessed. On my way, I was greeted by a makeshift sign that was crudely painted onto a rotting rectangular piece of plywood, which had been nailed to the trunk of a tree. Beaverdam Creek: PostedĪbout ten minutes later in the dusk, I walked down the footpath toward the hole. But I needed to get going before it got too late. And I knew that the big browns would sometimes come out from their hiding places around this time. Oh no worries, you’ll just make some new friends, like always, I told myself.Īnyway, I didn’t have time to delay. To be close to the deepest hole on the creek, where the huge brown trout lurked in the deep.īut what if they come down while I’m fishing, I thought, apprehensively. Certainly, that was why they’d gathered here, I figured. Great, they’ll be drunker than hell, while I’m fishing the hole. Eyeing the “locals” through my windshield, I could see them passing around a bottle and throwing more wood on the fire. ![]() Then, I pulled over about fifty yards away from the sprawling encampment. Damn rednecks,” I grumbled to myself, driving past. So their group, with only four or five tents, had completely excluded anyone else from camping in a public spot that could’ve easily fit another five or six tents. But these guys, as usual, had completely roped off the entire area. Now I don’t begrudge anyone of their camping spot. And I could see what looked like a bunch of locals–thick beards, pale faces–standing around a roaring campfire. In a roadside camping area, beside a feeder creek, there were four or five tents setup, some of which were sheltered by some old weather-beaten blue tarps that were tied off to the trees. ![]() Beaverdam Creek TN: Free CampingĪ few miles further along the road on the right, I spotted the encampment that I hated. So, once again, I was seized by those same old uneasy feelings that I’d come to expect on this creek.įorget it, I told myself, you’re just being paranoid.Īnd with that, I headed down the road toward the deepest darkest hole that I’d ever found on Beaverdam Creek. But all that I could see in front of me was dark canopy and forbidding shadows hiding the creek. Driving over the mountain pass, I arrived on the roadway that roughly parallels the creek. And that I was going to go over to Beaverdam Creek, no matter what. However, on this particular day a while ago, after a few hours of no bites over on Whitetop Laurel Creek, I finally decided that I’d had enough. Beaverdam Creek in TN: Close to Whitetop Laurel Creek in VA Fly fishing Beaverdam Creek in NE TN yields a wild rainbow. Nonetheless, the place still makes me feel anxious. Especially since it’s so beautiful and I’ve caught some nice brown trout on the few trips that I’ve taken there. Still, I just don’t go there regularly… well, because there’s something about Beaverdam Creek that has always scared me. In fact, it has deeper holes than Whitetop Laurel, and consequently some bigger badder trout have been taken from there over the years. The reason that I don’t normally fish Beaverdam Creek isn’t because the fishing is second-rate or any worse than Whitetop Laurel. So I give Beaverdam Creek a try on the way back home. Now I don’t normally fly fish Beaverdam Creek in NE TN, but when I do it’s usually because the fish aren’t biting over on nearby Whitetop Laurel Creek in Virginia. This is the shocking story of that harrowing night. For awhile, I wasn’t even sure if I’d make it through the night. I had no food, shelter, or treated water. A while ago, after fly fishing Beaverdam Creek in Northeast Tennessee one evening, I accidentally had to spend the night alone in the woods.
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