Tennessee River Gorge Seinerama 2002
On the afternoon of Friday, April 27, 2002, fishheads began gathering at the Chattanooga home of NANFA TN Regional Representative Casper Cox. Early arrivals were treated to a tour of the cement pond and a leisurely stroll along the stream that winds around his property. After an excellent dinner prepared by the host and his lovely wife, Miss Connie, the group kicked back in the living room and enjoyed a winter collecting video created by Ray Wolff. This work has now affectionately been dubbed "Ray's World." The temperature in Chattanooga was chilly enough to justify the content.
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Casper arranged with the TN Trust folks to allow us to rent their cabin on the TN River, called Pot Point. They gave him a special rate based on NANFA's non-profit status. (Your NANFA membership fee saves you money in the long run!). A modern log cabin, the lodge had all of the ammenities the group would need and lots of space. The two large bedrooms upstairs contained five bunks each. The kitchen and large dining room were put to good use!
The party was only there that morning long enough to drop their gear, and reducing the caravan down to four vehicles, they were off to the first stop of the day.
KELLY'S FERRY, TENNESSEE RIVER:
This location is an old ferry where Civil War soldiers were once carried back and forth across the river. Donning their collecting gear in a church parking lot, the group waded into the shallow water and tricky mud. Chip Rinehart was the first to take a fall. By the end of the day, just about everyone else would do the same.
SHAKE RAG, TENNESSEE RIVER:
The party got skunked at this second location, but there were some cool ruins that merit exploring at a later date.
This third site opened off the main body of the TN River, forming a wide creek that backed up into a marsh. Not much was found here until several guys worked their way back to the spring itself, finding rainbow darters as their reward. Steven Ellis was the next to fall, with an over-the-waders plunge.
BENNETT'S RAMP, TENNESSEE RIVER (Nickajack Lake)
By this time, the group was ready for lunch. Casper called ahead to the Davis Bait Store where cheeseburgers were cooking as the guys arrived. As the burgers fried, the fish addicts tried to avoid the chilly wind coming off the lake while they sampled the contents of the bait tanks...mostly fathead minnows, called toughies.
After the meal, Ranger Bob Culler demonstrated the proper way to throw a castnet belonging to Steven Ellis. Prior to this, Steven had only been able to frighten or amuse the fish with this contraption. Ranger Bob knew his stuff, and used the net with good results.
The steep concrete boat ramp proved a bit too slippery for collecting without bathing, so Ed Scott and Casper walked a short distance to another ramp where it was much easier to pull the seine. The result was some very large brook silversides. Fulfilling the NANFA intent to educate, Casper paused to show some of the collected fishes to a small boy and his mother and answered their questions. The smile on the little guy's face was worth the trip.
BIG SEQUATCHIE RIVER:
This beautiful river had, perhaps, the best footing of the day, although there were deep drop-offs and areas of swift current. The riffles yielded up some beautiful darters. While some of the guys pulled the seine, dipnets were also used with astonishing success. A stray dog adopted the party for awhile, but wouldn't venture very far from the bank. This stop offered the best diversity with 21 species collected/observed:
SEQUATCHIE SPRING RUN:
Until many feet entered this water, it was crystal clear and unbelievably cold, conducting a chill even through insulated waders. It figures, then, that this would be the site where many would take their turns at falling in the water. Klaus Schoening nearly recovered as he tipped over, but the current pushed him down. Nobody can top Mike Whitfield's dive, however, as he completely submerged after stepping into an underwater abyss. The intention at this location was to gather enough sculpins to cook that evening. That goal was achieved rather quickly by kicking them into the seine.
LITTLE SEQUATCHIE RIVER (at Sequatchie Cove Farm & Dancing Fern Nursery):
The final stop of the day was a section of the Little Sequatchie River that wound its way through the farm of Mr. Jim Wright. The farm itself was impressive enough, a family run operation that has passed through the generations down to the Keeners who work it now. It features cattle, hogs, sheep, chickens, ducks, geese, as well as fresh veggies, grapes, and excellent mushrooms. Mrs. Keener, whose specialty is the propagation and sale of native plants has an enviable greenhouse at the edge of the woods. In the days of corporate farming and commercialization, it is very rewarding to meet a family that is happy living a traditional agrarian existence. Situated at the base of a towering ridge, and beside a pleasant, clear running stream, they have a semi-paradise in which to make their living.
The stream itself is very nice, although the bottom is lined with round, slippery stones. It can be easily navigated, just not quickly! Because of this, most of the fishes were taken with dipnets in the riffles. These riffles were absolutely loaded with colorful darters and juvenile sculpins. Exploring a nearby spring, Stott came away with a fabulous piece of driftwood suitable for a mantlepiece. Ed, Mike, and Ranger Bob all tried their hands at hook 'n line fishing. Ranger Bob brought in a couple of keepers for dinner. Steven Ellis had intended to snorkel at this location, but the water temperature was only running between 56 & 58F! Despite Casper's encouragement, the GA boy just wasn't going for it.
On the way back out, the group stopped at the farm to purchase fresh eggs & 'shrooms, visit Mrs. Keener's fine array of plants, and chat with Mr. Keener about his farm. He was duly impressed with the darters Casper showed him and shared a copy of the farm newsletter. He also agreed to take a couple of group photos beneath his cartoonesque sign post that pointed every which way.
Happy and exhausted, the collecting party made the long drive back to the lodge. A thoroughly soaked Mike Whitfield bid the group farewell at this point and headed home. To Mike's credit, he is the gentleman responsible for introducing Casper to NANFA. (Thanks, Mike!).
The lodge quickly became a flurry of activity as fish coolers were stashed on the porch, viewing tanks were set up in the living room, and a couple of folks sneaked in hasty showers. While the wandering fishheads were in the field, Miss Connie had been busy preparing a wonderful, tasty supper. If anyone went away hungry, it was their own fault! As the group feasted, the Cox children chased a huge green moth through the lodge. Can there be any dinner music more delightful than the laughter of children?
The evening was very relaxed. Waistlines expanded, beer appeared, and fish tales were swapped. Oddly, the evening hours were the warmest it had been all day. Still, Chip's campfire was more than welcome. The stories grew along with the shadows. Ranger Bob once again worked his magic, tricking the photocell that controlled the exterior lights with a flashlight. Once the lights were out, the campfire regained its proper appeal. A few folks retired early (midnight), and missed Ed's dish of sculpins, rock bass, rainbow trout, and telescope shiners.
(Casper continues the story)
Steve and Chip left early Sunday morning missing the fine meal of multicolored free range scrambled chicken eggs mixed with sautéed Shitake mushrooms and Videlia onions. Ommm... yummy. We all had some fine eats on this trip ranging from Chattanooga's home baked banana Moon Pies to fresh roasted corn soaked in filtered river water, to skewered fry babied Sculpins... Ommmm Good! and we've all lived to retell the tale :)
Seriously I want to "Internetily" thank my wife Connie for feeding a bunch of ravenous fish mongers. She took care of us Friday night with me manning the grill, Saturday morning's breakfast and the Saturday night extensive buffet. I think she is a real keeper :) I don't know if she will do it again though... so keep those post cards a coming!
Since we had lost Mike the evening before and
Klaus was eager to begin his long drive home, that left the four of us-- Stott, not Scott,
Ed Scott not Stott, Ranger Bob and myself. We studied the map and decided on downtown
Chattanooga behind Gooney Golf and Hooters. This location would provide easy access back
to the freeway and a chance to catch an ever-elusive Snail Darter. When you're standing
about 20 yards upstream of a sweptback 10' seine in 3' of water and Ed's hollering "I
think they're over there! " you will soon find how absolutely elusive they are. It's
like trying to throw a rock across a creek into a 5 gallon bucket attached to a drunken
sailor! We kept "feeling" like we were getting close coming up with Log Perches
and other quick fish but toward the end as our muscles sagged and our breath became worn
we only collected ghost shiners and Ed's Percina Ellusivi. We gave 'em a good chase, but
until Tennessee extends their seine size limit I will have to wait until the green South
Chickamauga creek clears for a snorkel. I'm trying to remember what else we observed (our
species scribe had hit the road back to Cincinnati and my memory is blurred). The
South Chickamauga is a big flowing creek which has a lot of diversity in it. It flows through a lot of North Georgia farmlands, being fed from a multitude of springs and mountain streams. Unfortunately the water stays green most of the year and I've only been able to snorkel it 2 or 3 times, and in all cases visibility has only been about 3'. I was able to bring home a few of the Spotfins, Bigeyes, River Chubs and Longears. These I put into the great experimental cement pond and observed them again last Sunday along w/ the enormous Silversides we had collected in the Tennessee River. I'm quite pleased to see the Silversides being they are so fragile. It's a very cool fish to observe while in their new habitat. Stott brought me a bucket of plants and I had collected a few more on our foray. These I added to the various pools scattered in the yard. Spring has been good and most everything is flourishing. The cement pond seems to cycle in algae blooms and visibility. If I stir up the gravel even slightly there is big green bloom but after a few days it clears rapidly. Hopefully through the summer I will be able to continue to observe this mini habitat.
We all said our good byes over drinks and Moon Pies and left for our respective homes. I think we all had an excellent time according to the rumors. I want to thank Chip for being our Camp Fire Master, Klaus for being the head species lister and photo snapper, Steve for his photos and trip report and constant badgering me to amend it, Ed for his fine culinary skills and ID expertise, Ranger Bob's trash dipping composting which stopped just short of Cyan's diapers, and Stott's aquatic plant dispersal. Also a thank you to the Keeners, the TN River Gorge Trust, land owners and God for making such a wonderful creation to enjoy and keeping us safe and joyful. I'm already considering Seinerama II in 2003... the cabin is so nice and a perfect place for a fishhead gathering. There is another direction and waters to explore and by adding Friday and Friday night we could further enjoy its amenities. Being we had 8 this time I think we could accommodate up to 12 of us comfortably next time. We could have another evenings of videos (which by the way I want to thank Dr. Bill Roston for sharing his excellent videos with us Saturday night) and maybe a lecture or two. And certainly some extended cooking lessons via a la fondue. I'm working on the TeePee Fisherie for late June, and I still have a few details to work out-- mainly getting the teepee setup on a weekend without conflicting with sweating naked white people doing Indian ritual cleansings. Let me know if you're interested. I want to do a prescout of some sites if anyone would like to help, so let me know. Ranger Bob has a excellent opportunity to share his region. A tour of his aquatic facility at the Kingsport city park, staying in an old house next to a creek and exploring his part of NE Tennessee. It sounds really great Bob! Get a plan and a date because a bunch of us are hankering to visit! And finally I'm sorry for skunking us in the Tennessee River. Even though the first site was somewhat productive the others... well I had no intentions on losing any body to mucky quicksand and the pickings were way to slim and with the turkey hunters keen on getting their Thanksgiving meal... the river gave us little but a view.
But Mr. Ed found a gravel bar just upriver of the cabin and maybe next year... :)