28 March 2012
27 March 2012
A new book was supposed to be released today, so knowing that I'd be going to Barnes & Noble across from Northpark, I ventured a little farther west and hit Caruth Park. What a genuine treat. I fished my 2# Finesse, used a spider and then a Pheasant Tail Nymph, and caught tiny, tiny Sunfish. I love catching these small fish as much as I love catching behemoths. These fish were absolutely beautiful and emanated great coloring detail. I enjoyed catching them, and I also enjoyed the young children who came over to where I was fishing asking questions and curious about the fish. It's difficult to decide who was more entertaining. Not the day I expected, but what a great day it was!
26 March 2012
|Leaving the Nolan River Park Boat Launch|
We found the Fat Girls, nice roe-filled she-White Bass, and they are some hungry mamas-to-be! We could have driven to Adair Springs, parked, and hiked the two to two-and-a-half mile trek north to where they are feeding and bedding, provided they aren't being caught and hauled out, but the boat ride was really pleasant. Plus, if we had arrived earlier, we could have fished for the abundance of B-I-G Gar, one was four feet long, hanging around near the extremely wide Nolan-Brazos River confluence, and the short, but fat Common Carp. It was a fun afternoon with warm, cloudless skies, no wind, fun fish on the fly (White Clouser), and an ever-changing riverbed.
Submerged ledge, no island
I was standing on the island
| @Mouth of Rock Creek looking south|
Island is visible
|Island submerged 2 1/2 feet|
|1 1/2 miles NE of the Confluence|
24 March 2012
"Some boys are really dumb!" The last time I said that, I had just heard the "let's be friends" talk from a boy I really, really liked when I was in high school. We both played sports, excelling well. Unfortunately, I could shoot free throws better than he could, and while we never competed against one another, his friends razzed him about it. Now, he could dunk a basketball, which at 4' 10" the only thing I was dunking was a donut, but it didn't matter; he dumped me.
Today, I went to Ennis to fish Old Lake to try to continue to add to my species list for the Bret's TX Fishes contest, and to celebrate Mom's 72nd birthday enjoying a really beautiful day. I brought my waders and float tube. A guy was out fishing in his paddle boat, and four others were fishing from two mini Bass Boats. One guy from one of the Bass Boats just chortled loudly at me. His buddy asked me if I thought I was going to catch fish. I shouldn't be surprised at their stupidity, because this happens a lot when I fish by myself.
There is a little island that typically is productive. Once I put in, I headed toward the island, but the paddle boat guy, and one of the Bass Boats decided I could only fish the west end. So I looked at my surroundings, applied what I knew about fish, and kicked far, far away from the very dumb boys. One of the Bass Boat group left, but he returned a couple of hours later with a different buddy. The guy kept saying, "Just give me my worm; that's all I need to catch bass is my worm." They did pay attention to where I had been, because as I was getting out, they headed to where I fished. I watched them for awhile, and they did catch one Largemouth Bass. As for me, I don't know silly boys, can this girl catch fish?
One of the IGFA's menu choices is Pending Records, which I always go to, because I was the only person pending for Bluefin Trevally. When I visited that page, tonight, no one was listed there, not even me. So, I visited the Saltwater Records page, slowly scrolling through the men's conventional tackle records, then the women's conventional tackle records, then the smallfry and junior records, then the men's fly fishing records, until I finally came to the women's fly fishing records. The 1 kg/2.2 lb women's record is vacant, so no one's name is there, and I stopped. I didn't scroll any further. I took a deep breath, scrolled to the next line, and awoke Cody with squealing, screaming, and hysterical dancing. It's not very nice to awaken someone that way, I know, but I just couldn't help it. I have wanted this for 2 1/2 years. Cody, ever the wonderfully great guy, got up and hugged me (a dangerous thing since the man has to take Ambien to sleep). Now, he's pretty excited, too and can't fall asleep. I should have known to just wait and check it on this date; after all, it is both my wonderful Mom's and Nephew's birthday today. Great things always happen to our family on this day!
22 March 2012
16 March 2012
Being Spring Break and desperately wanting redemption from the Nolan River's cruelty, we decided to give it a try. Country Brooke is located @ Frankford and Voss, just west of the Tollway. It is a pretty park with plenty of access and plenty of healthy, young Bluegills and Largemouth Bass that loved the Cody and GirlieBuggers on floating lines with long leaders stripping slow, long retrieves, and a sink tip line with moderate, medium retrieves.
We thoroughly enjoyed ourselves and will revisit this park, especially since we had seen evidence of two spawning beds, and got a kick out of the female who began building her nest during the middle of the day. I pretty much stayed in one very productive spot. A female LMB came very close to shore, and my shadow, casting, and catching fish did not deter or run her off. I tried to do what Casey Ryan did with his Bedded Bass video, but the water was too murky. I did get some nice stills and enjoyed seeing the Bluegill in their myriad shades. It was a fun morning on the water.
15 March 2012
Problem #1: Every one else in Texas has the same Spring Break. There must have been 14 trucks parked along the roadside, and we arrived at 2:00 p.m.! We get to the water, and it is not congested with fisherman after fisherman, thank goodness, but we have no idea where they have gone, nor how they got to where they were going. Evidence that people had been before us lay everywhere. Humans are trashy, and why that good ole' country boy can't tote that beer bottle or can, those cigarette wrappers, and fishing paraphernalia out is beyond me.
Problem #2: Heavy rains occurred on Sunday 11 March 2012. The water looks like brackish hot tea, and the levels are up 2.9 feet above normal. Unlike last year, there was no way to wade across from east to west, and farther down, there was no way to wade across the little feeder creek at the end of the White Austin Rock Boulder shelf.
Problem #3: Floating lines are useless. Fish with either a full or intermediate sinking line or sink-tip line. Plenty of whites crashing the surface, but not one person caught a fish on topwater. I caught zero fish. Cody's first hook-up was on a Beck's Sililegs Bonefish fly. His second hook-up and caught fish was on that same fly; both were at the north side confluence of the Adair Spring Creek and the Nolan River.
Problem #4: When the after-work crowd appeared, they were loud, abundant, fished a spot someone else was fishing, and were keeping fish that did not meet the 10" minimum length requirement, but by-golly! they were going to get their 25 bag limit no matter what. The run right now is just the males, but I hate to think what it's going to look like when those fat girls filled with roe start running, probably around the middle-to-end of next week. In ALL the years I have had a fishing license, never once in my life have I encountered an official of any kind. The Game Wardens could make a killing on fines on the Nolan. Not many people had licenses, and they were bragging about it.
|At least 7' feet lower than today|
|No worries about hitting rocks|
Crossing submerged 5' +
11 March 2012
Unfortunately, many volunteers and public let the weatherman dictate their fun for Saturday. The temps were in the low to mid 50s, and the rain did not show up until 2 p.m., but there were lots of activities indoors, as well. We finished at 4:00 p.m., and the TFFC held a raffle for the volunteers. Orvis gave away a reel; Rick Pope gave away a rod of the winner's choice, and Ted Warren gave away a dozen of Brother's Flies. Unfortunately, neither Cody nor I won, but we still had a great time.
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