SWEET SWEET SWEET WE HAD AN OUTSTANDING OUTING! BIG THANKS TO THOSE THAT ATTENDED!
I rolled into the meeting spot at 7:45 am and there was Terry, Eduardo, Doug and Daren drinking their coffee and discussing their preferred fly for the day. As I rolled up several others pulled in, they were Howard, Paul, and Travis. As we were discussing where to go we saw another truck or two drive by loaded with kayaks, honking their horns in approval that this was our day to have a a blast on the White Oak Bayou.
I got with the guys and asked where they wanted to go. Those that had not been here before loaded into their vehicles and followed me to several hot spots along the bayou. Once we got parked I said grab your rods and let's go. As soon as we walked over the ridge and looked into the bayou we knew this was going to be a good day. The water was clear and you could see fish cruising the shallows from fifty feet away. Eduardo and Howard broke off to the right and Darin and I went left and it wasn't long till the first fish came to hand.
This guy hit my tiny clouser like a freight train. and I watch Darin as he went tight on a fish only to get the "See ya buddy" from his newly found...er lost friend! A few minutes later I caught another really small perch but if he was game so was I. We fished this spot for about an hour. Couple more were landed but the two of us thought we could do better somewhere else. We met up with Eduardo and Howard who had caught a few too but nothing to write home about. As we walked back to our trucks we wondered how the others were doing.
Once in the truck with the AC blasting (remember it is summer) I drove to location X. Swearing the guys to the secret hand shake and dismemberment it they told the location to any others, we headed down the bayou bank. The water here was even more clear than up stream. As I walked along the shore I looked at the edge of the water to see this.
What in the heck is this? It just stayed there and stared at us. Looked pre-historic to me. Any guesses? It wasn't a fly eater for sure. I actually touched the thing with a fly and it didn't move. No it wasn't dead! but when it did move it wasn't in a hurry either.
I saw Terry latch onto a good bass to my left and could hear it thrashing in the water trying to escape ...not today! Nice fish!
Darin was getting to many refusals so I showed him what was working for me. He tied on his closest appearing fly and started to work the bank. He is a new member but don't be fooled he can cast! I followed behind him so that he would get first shot at the fish but soon I was jerking a fish out of right where he was standing.
Some days it's roses and others it's thorns. I showed him my presentation over the rocks using a jigging motion and suddenly there is a flash on my fly. I set the hook and all of a sudden flying through the air up on the bank behind me is a 2-1/2" long bass. I cant ever remember catching this small of a bass. But I did. He took the picture so hopefully I get it posted soon.
We met back at the store around noon. After getting our drinks, each guy told his story
and showed pictures of their fish. By the way for the new guys if you email them to me I can get them posted here. We asked the guys who fished the ponds (Greg, Doug, Edgar, Travis, and Paul) how things went there? Travis noted the fishing was really off compared to his last time here when he caught a ship-load of bass. The other guys did pretty good too. While sitting on his tailgate, Travis broke out some IPA beer and as usual the stories got longer and more detailed. Ha what a group we got here. As I said to everyone at the last meeting....guys It's here for the taking all you have to do is come on down! Great day for all of us smiles were a plenty.