Lake Fork Suckfest.

Lake Fork and I just don't get along. Unless I am running a trot line, or the blue gill are really shallow. Neither was the case this weekend when Sterling and I ventured forth onto its discolored and apparantly fishless waters. Yeah we caught a few small things near the dock, but our hunger was not sated. Broken propellers, stranded in the lake, missing hitches, trench foot, heat, smelly rotting stuff. I will try to put this weekend out of my mind.


Hunched Shoulders and Dissapointment...



Cute Pumkinseed or Redear?


Long Ear....I'd like an aquarium of these!




Hopefully I will have some luck closer to home this week.

And He Giveth Back!

Hit up my sweet spot again and tried a few different things. Had luck, caught 14 fish of various sizes. Here are a couple nice ones. I hooked a 3 or 4 lb bass in a "cove" type area. I got excited and horsed him a little too much and he came off the popper, or the popper wasn't hooked deep enough. Win some lose some! I will be going back in the next day or two to try for him again.

Humbled

Well.....I guess I shouldn't brag about catching monster blue gills...

The lord giveth and he taketh away!

Dispatches from the North!

Its been a while since I have updated, but that is mainly be cause I have not fished since Emalie and I returned from NM. On saturday and sunday I remedied that!

I will not divulge my spot, but needless to say it is in far North DFW.

I arrived at the body of water around 3pm. The wind was blowing like crazy and really challenged my casting skill. I was on a grassy dam on the north end of a 200 acre or so municiple lake/pond. Id guess that it is around 20 feet in the middle with an average depth of around 8 feet at the sides. The edges are bricked, so there are only a ocuple spots with a natural shore line. The sides are rimmed with a very soft non-lure absorbing type of moss that provided tons of cover, but never snagged my fly.

I cast out about twenty feet and let my fly sink to a count of aorund "ten-onethousand" and almost everytime I cast I was rewarded with a Bluegill. A huge Bluegill. A monstrously Huge OMFG Bluegill. 2lb+

Enough talk, here are the pics!





One of the smaller fishes of the day




Product Placement


Boogle Bug

Last Giant before Home



More fishing later this week!

Rio Pecos, NM

Emalie and I just returned from our trip to New Mexico. We headed over the western border last Thursday and made the drive up to Santa Fe for the quarterly BOD meeting of the Texas Historical Foundation. We Had a blast. The food was good, we travelled with the other board members and had an all around great time.

on to the fishing...

We arrived at the Rio Pecos At around 11am on Sunday. We had scouted the river the day before and found a few likely spots to slip in. This is a pretty crowded river, not what I was expecting. Still, we knew that beyond the bloated campers, the screaming toddlers with water logged diapers, and the glistening and spent beer cans, there were trout waiting to be taken by our peerless angling skills. I am exaggerating a little bit. Besides a few careless beer cans the river was suprisingly clean, as well as the rest of New Mexico that we saw. There was only a small amount of trash on the road at anytime and most of that seemed to be crushed and broken bottles, that as time passes will turn back into the sand that they were formed from.

The day we arrived in Santa Fe I stopped by High Desert Anglers (which was an easy walk from our hotel) and picked up some flies and a map of the Pecos River and its surrounding towns and wilderness area.

Saturday evening, as I mentioned before, we scouted the river, then started east on Highway 25, to Las Vegas, NM. From there we booked it north on 518 through the Mountains north of the Pecos River Wilderness area and made our way past Mora. On the way we saw a single Mule Deer, but non of the bears and elk that more than a few crossing signs warned of.

At around 11pm we arrived in our destination of Taos and aquired one breakfast burrito from Sonic and witnessed a drug deal all within the span of 5 minutes.

After the goods were passed we decided that it was time for us to head home. An hour later we pulled into the Santa Fe Hotel parkign lot and stumbled to our rooms. A nice 300 mile jaunt!

OK...The fishing: 8 trout, 3 hours.

Many Gloops

This last weekend Emalie and I caught a couple dozen fish at a new pond, got our lease agreement settled with our new apartment in Plano, and made some....interesting discoveries...

Fishing on the trinity....gloop...

Someone under this bridge was after catfish....

This must be the cleaning station...

Six Years and Lots of Fish

Yesturday was our six year anniversary (since first starting to date) and me and lil'e spent the evening fishing. The action was all top water. Emalie fished a little beetle immitation while I used a Boogle Bug. I hooked something reeeaaaly big at one point but the leader broke......It was probably a big bass cruising the drop off on the outer edge of the nesting area.

The beds

Beaver!

Emalie caught 10 fish, I 6...not bad for only an hour of fishing after dinner.