I got out today, instead of Saturday or Sunday as I had originally planned. Also, instead of going to the Asheville area, I opted to hit the Mitchell River because its about 90 minutes less drive time which means more fishing time.
I got on the water about 745 am and it was COLD, well by southern standards anyway. The grass was crunching under foot, the air crisp and cold. The Mitchell River has high banks so I had to get in the water almost immediately. I caught a couple of Rainbows and learned a couple of lessons in the process.
1. I am glad I decided to throw on the thermal underwear. Stepping into the water was like a shock to the central nervous system. I felt the junk shrivel up and recede to something that resembled a prepubescent teen.
2. Taking photos of your fish by yourself is exponentially harder than it would seem. Nearly dropping my phone in the drink taught me this lesson.
3. Fish can and WILL laugh at you. I had trout rising all around me....LITERALLY all around me. I tried throwing multiple dry patterns (caddis, stimulators, terrestrials), wets and I think I even tied a cinder block on. They were having none of it. There was one particular fish who was performing acrobatics and during one of his routines actually looked at me and laughed.
I had my most success on a pheasant tail/bead head prince combo fishing deep pools 9-10 feet deep. Here's a couple photos.