April 9 2011
Friday night I awoke to a driving rain and hail pounding against the bedroom window. It fell in buckets and I knew the tribs on the Smith would be running red. With no generation scheduled, Saturday fishing was going to be tricky. The morning dawned gray and cold with threatening skies, but we had folks coming over from Danville and they were still game to give it a go. I drove to Bassett and checked out river conditions and the water was turbid and stained from Martinsville all the way up to Towne creek. The old special regs section was going to be out best chance. For a newbie on the Smith, it might have been difficult to wade as the visibility was only about 1 foot or less but Cricket and I we knew this section well so it was the best choice for todays fishing.
Cricket worked with Mike while I took Jim and we all headed upstream. After retrieving a few rigs from those "fly stealing" sycamore branches, we just about had the boys dialed in to fishing on the Smith.