Good Times, Good Friends, Good Fishing

With our time left in Tennessee dwindling down, we are beginning to veer away from parts of our lives that make us...well, us. It is tough to leave behind the Tennessee spring and summer that this time last year had us falling in love. The trail calls. The trail calls Ethan back and calls me for the first time...at least for the first time that I have heard. As different hobbies get packed away in plastic boxes, we ventured out to the water once more. We cannot express enough how much this day meant to us. Completely disconnected once again, we took to the drift, to the rod, and to throwing out our worries each time we laid out line on the water. Read about our day as told by David Perry, Southeastern Fly, below.