North to Alaska (the video)

Finally got around to putting the footage that I shot from the Go Pro into a short video. I'm no pro when it comes to making movies but like the way it turned out. Enjoy.......................

Worth the wait

Pulling on the waders, lacing the boots, slipping quietly into the river. Someone pinch me. Trout season is highly anticipated around here. We patiently have to wait for the tube hatch to quit occurring and the river to calm down before it is accepted to start chasing them again.

The weather has started to cool down and trout have been stocked. It's a little frustrating to be in such clear water that does not flow very fast due to lack of rain and have trout all around you, yet they are spooked easily and hard to catch.

The fishing has been good. All of the fish shown were caught by nymphing. Not much luck with streamers but the good news is the evening hatch has started making the dry bite better.

Can't go wrong with some PB&J for a river lunch

Trout A Plenty

It was a great day to be out on the water. With the recent cold, ice, and snow here in Texas it's made getting out to fish pretty tough.
Loaded the gear last night and headed out early in the morning to the Guadalupe river to try my hand at some trout. Greeted with a brisk wind as the sun began to peak through the clouds roaring by up above. Soon there would be some trout rising and cruising around this stretch of the river and hopefully they would feed on the wooly bugger that was being slowly stripped below the surface.

It wasn't long before the stripped bugger stopped and a trout was doing his best to shake what was now piercing his jaw free. After several runs the net was slid under it and after pictures the fish was set free.

Soon after the release another one took the streamer as it slowly made its way through the river.

The action stayed consistent and after a quick lunch I was back at it with the same pattern still producing.

A much needed break was had and the fish cooperated on this day.
See you on the river.

Passing it on

With the trout not biting, I watched as my son made cast after cast to a section of river that constantly produces for me. With each strip I await the sound that you make when you catch that first fish doing something new. As the sun starts setting behind the trees, a rod tip is lifted and excitement fills the cold air as I hurry back upriver to help net the trout. A quick picture and a high five let me know that a new bond had been formed between him and the river.

This was something that I've been looking forward to the whole time he was away at school. Trying to teach him a new way to fish has not been easy but with some casting help from one of my guide friends he picked up on it after a few hours.

A few minutes later he was hooked up again and after a few jumps the trout sent the wooly bugger back to him. As the light was fading I managed a few trout to the net on a dry fly and he ended the day landing his second trout.

This was one of those days that I had thought of for many years and I cant wait to get back on the water with him soon.

The smile says it all.....
Take a kid fishing...