Upon reaching the creek and finding my 7' 6" 3wt. to be casting nicely, I gave up fishing, as these tributaries are literally empty prior to the spawn. My other purpose of this trip was to shed hunt. A friend of mine informed me of seeing a few one-sided bucks around Fluvanna--no sheds were found.
The draw of adventure pulled me farther upstream than I had ever been, helping me to discover better looking water than was present in the middle stretches.
A bit of mystique accompanies adventure in most cases, so you will see how this event sort of creeped me out. While crossing the creek, in new territory, I noticed the birds had stopped singing; my dog, Shannon, had started to whine; and a breeze was beginning to create a whine in the hollow. I stopped to scan my surroundings when I noticed a tall, dark, object behind me! Bigfoot!
