"What's your name?"
"Kevin"
"Where are you from?"
"Paw Paw, Michigan but I'm visiting my sister in Anderson. I mostly fish for steelhead but needed to get out on a stream somewhere and this is the closest one."
"What rod do you have?"
"Ha! Well, all I have with me is a 7 weight."
"That's okay, we'll just stand on the bank behind you and catch the fish as you yank them out of the river."
By the time we left the parking lot, Kevin was in tow as our new fishing buddy and Jeff's telling him embarrassing stories about some of my previous fishing exploits. At least he's limiting it to fishing stories so I'm relieved. We give Kevin a brief seminar on fishing the Chattooga in gin clear water conditions with the backup plan to come find us upstream if things aren't working out.

I move downstream to one of my favorite runs where another angler has just exited the river. Before I make my first cast, Jeff is hooting Rabunite style as he's hooked his first of many fish on the #14 Parachute Adams. My nymph rig proceeds to provide me with the hat trick (rainbow, brown and brookie) from this great little spot so we're both hooting and hollering up and down the river. Anyone who's never fished with a Rabunite would have thought we were still celebrating the New Year. We were, the only difference is that we were high on life.

All in all it was a great day on the river. Not a tremendous number of fish caught but enough to keep us there until dark. Jeff landed a big brown that almost spooled him when hooked in the pectoral fin and I netted a big, pretty 18-inch brown from a shallow riffle on a blue stonefly nymph pattern. I had no camera so you'll just have to take my word for it. And best of all, we made a new friend on the river. Can a year get off to a better start?
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