Most alarm clocks either play music or buzz. On day two of the trip, our alarm was neither. "E-li-as...E-li-as...?Oh, sor-ry, you are not with our group.Do you happen to have mat-ches or A ligh-ter?" Yeah, our alarm was one of the friendly cult members knocking on the tent flap looking for fire. I suppose in all … Continue reading Fly Fishing The Smokies With Owl Jones – The Meat Grinder, 28 Step, & A Really Long Blog Post →