If you know the song… you’re welcome for getting it stuck in your head. This slo-mo was captured with my iPhone 6 on my first white bass outting this year. It’s just interesting to see all the minor movement that normally go unseen in the blink of an eye.
You can blame it all on me,
AirborneAngler
So Texas Trout season is winding down. Troutfest came and went- and of course I was in the field that weekend. So, as the White Bass run is nigh upon us I was looking over the target board. While its not as picture laden as the Project Whiskey Bravo board, it still was fun to make. What’s important to me is that while there are pics from a guide trip with my mom, it also has some pics of my solo trips sans guide. (I was hoping I didn’t go to guide school for nothing!)
While Texas Trout can be caught year round, the holdovers work hard to survive and potentially (hopefully and has happened before) spawn. So the kinder anglers lay off the pressure a bit as the warmer weather comes around. Plus, there’s all the low hanging fruit of the white bass coming up. And after that the bucket mouth bite is on. Chasing guadies in the fall and back to trout in the winter.
Man, it’s hard living the good life.
See you on the high ground,
AirborneAngler
Things you remember and things you forget when you haven’t gone fishing in over two months can hurt. With nothing but fishing and adrenalin poisoning on the brain, I stepped off minus a few key items. Luckily, I got over today. I made a connection, set a hook, and walked away with a smile after a quick grip and grin. So here it goes…
Things you forget:
1) It was overcast today and I don’t often wear my shades in winter. Yup, I forgot my sun glasses and it hurt. The water I should’ve been able to see thru was a glairy void of unknown. I was casting blind.
2) I forgot my net. Normally I leave things packed in my vehicle ready to go at a moments notice. With all the travel and rearranging I still need to find that thing. However, fortune dictated that still get my only catch, a nice little Guadalupe Bass to hand.
3) I forgot how much you can still always work on your cast. Nothing too rusty today- but with the conditions, and angles and flows… an extra foot or 3 would’ve been nice.
But the one thing I never forget…
I never forget how much I love the sport. I remember to be grateful for every day, hour, minute I spend on the water. And I appreciate every little fish for their size, worth and beauty.
Of course I appreciate the bigger ones a whole lot more too. But that’s fishing and I’m happy for every find.
See you on the high ground,
AirborneAngler
I had the chance to do some walking around in Georgia’s F.D. Roosevelt State Park. The weather was nice enough for January but the views were wonderful. There are a few small falls in the park and I had to see them all.
I was blessed to have my mother visit this Christmas and spend some family time on the Guadalupe River. Knowing better than to try to teacher her myself (despite Chris referring to me as “Guide School” the whole trip,) we booked with Living Waters Fly Fishing so she could learn formally. And of course I was taking notes too in an ad hoc/on the river training style. Which was pretty sweet because I was even allowed to paddle some. It goes without saying Texas’ Guadalupe River does not paddle like Montana’s Bighorn.
Many times we adventure fly anglers wander the river alone with family at the house. But with my Mom along this trip, it was a completely memorable journey to watch her catch her first fish on a fly.
See you on the high ground,
AirborneAngler
All pictures are courtesy of Living Waters Fly Fishing.
I was sad to hear about the lost bourbon... but now it’s killing fish?!?! 😵😓😡😭
Leaking bourbon from the Kentucky distillery accident killed hundreds of fish, state says www.cnn.com/2018/06/26/us/bourbon-distillery-accident-fish-kill-trnd/index.html
The company commander??? 🤣
I don’t. Have. The. Words. 😬😂😬