Not exactly. Thanks to guide Brandon Wade of Cumberland Drifters, who was remarkably talented behind the sticks...and author/Civil War historian/fly angler Ron Blair (right and left in the photo, respectively), I got a taste of what this great commonwealth has to offer Rocky Mountain "slimer" addicts like myself. The Cumberland is a tailwater, where the currents spill cool and clear and trout thrive. Granted, the river can be fickle, and the fishing quality depends on flows, but the angling gods were smiling on us last week, as we caught dozens using light-line nymph rigs. It was magical. As for Ron, he claimed to be rusty. I took him for a "ringer" right away, as he hooked up consistently. And guide Brandon... well, all I'll say there is that anyone who can read those subtle seams and riffles with such aplomb would be more than deadly guiding anywhere in the Lower 48.