|My first look at the Rose River|
As I continued down the trail, I could hear the rush of water. The Rose River gorge was an amazingly rugged gorge with large boulders, rock walls, and lots of blow downs. Since I was alone, I was very cautious and avoided some areas that I would typically explore.
I started out with the Royal Wulff dry but after a couple of promising looking pools did not produce any action, I switched to an adams parachute and had my first Rose River brook. As I continued down the gorge I noticed that the plunge pools were quite deep and decided that adding a dropper to the Adams would be a good idea. As it turned out, all the fish from that point on took the dropper, a nondescript green bead head caddis puppa.
The brook trout from the Rose River were just as beautiful and the surrounding gorge and forest. This was rugged country indeed. The brook trout were quick to take and then spit the caddis puppa, so I needed to alert and quick.
|A typical plunge pool on the Rose|
|Another gorgeous Rose River brook|
As the Rose and Hogcamp Branch came together I began to fish up the Hogcamp Branch, also a series of deep plunge pools and caught more brook trout than I could keep track of,
|Hogcamp Branch Falls|
|A showy orchid along the trail|
|A Hogcamp Branch brook trout|
|A plunge pool on the Hogcamp Branch|
My third day in the park was a travel day so I only had a couple of hours to explore. I fished the White Oak Canyon on the eastern border of the park before heading toward the Smokies. I was able to connect with three brooks in the pocket water but all three decided they wanted to have nothing to do with my camera.