Paluxy River, Big Rocks

The old town cryer says it,

The inveterate liar says it

The pilchard, the bream And the trout in the stream

Babe, I´m on fire

Babe, I´m on fire

Hit me up, baby, and knock me down

Drop what you´re doing and come around

We can hold hands till the sun goes down

Cause I know

That you

And I

Can be Together

Cause I love you

Depth Charge Ethel

Ethel is a woman that a river runs through, She is famous throughout the land, People come and bath in her lake, And I do, but lately it's gotten out of hand

Six-O-Ranch, Aug 29

29 Bluegills 1 LMB

Copperheadz!

Small bass

Big Gills on a 3wt!

Bluegill Mecca

Yea Depth Charge Ethel is something special

Yea Depth Charge Ethel is something special to me

Thats Mr. Stagger Lee, AKA Bart @ Tailwaters

Stagger Lee went to the ballroom And he strolled across the ballroom floor. He said `You did me wrong, Billy.`And he pulled his .44.`Stagger Lee,` said Billy,`Oh, please don`t take my life!`I`ve got three hungry children,`And a very sickly wife.`Stagger Lee shot Billy Oh, he shot that poor boy so hard That a bullet went through BillyAnd broke the bartender`s bar.

Sabine River Auguest 27:

6 drum, biggest 3lbs

1 gar, 4lbs

BOOOSH

He said "Mr Motherf%#$er, you know who I am" and the barkeeper said "No, and I don't give a good god@&^m" To Stagger Lee, He said "Well bartender, it's plain to see I'm that bad motherf%#$er called Stagger Lee, Mr. Stagger Lee"

No moon on the water...

Last night the Mrs. and I did some fishing. Caught quite a few but they were scattered and turned off like a light switch around 7:45.

Little sand bass, not something I catch everyday...

Blame it on the Rain....

Got a little rain last night, fishign should be good for th next couple days. Last night I did some fishing at an undisclosed location.... Saw quite a few gar and buffalo, but only caught some sunfish and a cat.

Pumkinseed

Longear

Lil Channel

This weekend I will be heading back to Six-O and the Paluxy, or possibly the Brazos.

Cheers!

Making Plans.

Recently I have become infatuated with the idea of re-exploring some creeks that I grew up playing in. Until the time I was 16, I lived in Duncanville, a bedroom community south of Dallas. My neighborhood was sandwiched between arms of 10 Mile Creek and I spent a good amount of my time down in the creek, scrambling over the limestone, collecting fossils, minerals and the different turtles I could catch down there.

With Austin telling me about White Rock, I am now totally stoked on the idea of exploring some of the creeks of southern DFW.

I'll make sure to take lots of pics!

Also, I will be heading to Uvalde in October, so I will probably be fishing the Nueces, Frio, Medina or Sabinal again....

Weekend re-cap!

Busy weekend, with an even busier week to follow!

here goes....

Saturday I went fishing around 6 in the morning at my new place on the Trinity. I was hoping for a shot at some gar, buffs, or carp. I was not denied this time!

Even managed a nice Long ear, but not carp!

After that I headed to Whiterock Creek where I hooked up with the skinniest bass in the world...

and a nice hybrid between a long ear and green sunfish...

Around 2pm, Emalie and I hooked up with the family for my fathers birthday party; Lunch at the Flying Fish. I had the worlds best craw fish gumbo and a basket of frog legs!

I woke up at 4am on Sunday, packed up the FJ and then headed south to pick up my friend Tom. Tom is the president of the Texas Historical Foundation, of which I am a board member. I took Tom the "trout bum" bream fishing at Six-O-Ranch, and 20 something coppernose later I think I have him hooked!

Fishing slowed down around 9:30, so Tom being a good sport accompanied me to the Paluxy where we had plenty of shots at some very spooky bass, and where tom managed the biggest fish of the day...

I didn't do so bad either....

I'm out!!

Contest!

Contest!

When I reach 50 followers I will be giving away some goodies, via a contest. The goodies will probably consist of some flies, gear, or perhaps a gift card. So tell your friends, your moms and that girl who denied you at that party last week:

Follow my blog and you might win some swag.

At the very least you will get to enjoy all the fish porn I post.

!!!

Buffalo girl won't you come out tonight?

Last night my friend Austin and I visited an undisclosed portion of the Trinity river. Saw a ton of small mouth buffalo, gar, carpsuckers, black buffalo and a giant drum. Will be posting more pics from this place.

My ass got eaten alive by ants, so my game was off....yeah thats it...

But Austin managed a sweet buff.





Good night, heading there in the morning.

White Rock Creek Part Deux

Last night I came home, kissed Emalie and ran out the door, back to White Rock Creek. I had to try for that River Carp Sucker (Carpiodes carpio) again!

I made it down to the creek and started walking up towards an old dam, off to my left I saw the shape of a bass sitting on the bottom in about 2 feet of clear water. I cast to it and a couple minutes later...



After a couple pix for posterity he swam off back to his limestone lair...

I continued to look around that area in search of a carpsucker when I noticed a fish under some tree roots, I got a look at its rounded nose and carpish appearance so I know it was a carpsucker, sadly, it saw me too and glided deeper into some weeds where Ic ould no longer see it. Disappointed I headed to a larger pool where I saw a number of carp, buffalo and some channel cats cruising. I made a few casts at the carp but they never even turned to my fly. From my perch I saw a nice sized channel cat cruise by, but I fumbled my cast, and in a last ditch I pitched my fly at it with a loud "kerplunk" near the fishes tail...

The cat did a 180 and smacked the fly! It took me a couple minutes to get him in, best fight of the day!




feeling that the catfish had probably spooked every other fish in that pool with its thrashing, I decided to head back to where I saw the carpsucker.

I looked and looked and right before I was about to give up, I see that cute face looking at me from about 15 feet away, sitting on the bottom between two logs.

I cast my nymph in front of him, a couple of excruciating seconds later he glided over to it and bent down. Did he have it in his mouth? Was he sucking it in? SET THE HOOK!

So I did and a good run later I brought the little fella to hand:


As you can see I hooked him on the tip of his nose, which was a little disappointing, but I figure thats close enough to his mouth that he was probably trying to eat it.

The funny thing is that this is the exact same River carpsucker my friend Pondbass caught a couple days before, as evidenced by the scar on the side of the fishes body!

A good night!