Saturday, August 16, 2014

More Gear Found

WARNING FISHERMAN!!! Graphic Images! Viewer Discretion is Advised.


Pecos River Flood. June 20, 2014. We escaped with our lives, but lost all of our kayaks and gear.

Well, 50 days later, Dan's camera case is found by a tournament fisherman and one heck of a couple of cool guys that went well above and beyond to find us and return the gear. My buddy Bert wrote a story on that one here... http://lonestarchronicles.com/lost-found-fifty-days-later/

More things have been found. Here is another update...

 The last few days, my friends Bert and Daniel have been down south on Lake Amistad and the Pecos River. They scoured miles and miles of coastline and cane breaks. Up high, down low, you name it, searching for any sign of our kayaks or gear we lost in the June flash flood. I met up with them tonight on their way back to Fort Worth. This is all they were able to come back with. My paddle, my tackle bag, my fly box full of poppers, lure bag, and my camp duffel full of stuff.



This stuff had traveled 50 miles from where we were camped that night nearly two months ago. It looks like it was submerged most the time.


This one breaks my heart. These were the poppers I tied before we left. I spent a lot of time on these, researching the color patterns and painting to match the frogs and fish found down there.



Everything was nasty and smelled horrible. Imagine the smell underneath a pool liner after a summer full of splashing around, and of course, a fistful of sulfur shoved up your nose. It was a bit nauseating.

I was able to salvage just a few things. Everything else was laid to rest. Paddle, orange bailer, 2 packages of lures, (all the others were full of water and swelled up nearly triple their size. Very Creepy), GSI coffee press, mug, and my Jetboil Flash. I think the jetboil is hopeless, but for the price I spent on it, i'm going to try.


My camera lenses and case have yet to be found, but I guess a little is better than nothing. It was good to see the guys again, and thought I would be happy about the returned gear, but I was more bummed than anything once I got it all out. Mother nature is one crazy....


Thanks for coming along,
Scott

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Fishing the South Concho

 Our day started off with a major setback as my son and I prepared for an all day fishing marathon on the river. We knew this would be the last opportunity we'd have to fish like this because of school starting and my job about to get crazy. It will be fall before we're both freed up. Stupid work. :(  So it was real important to make the best of our day on the water. Then, 12 miles outside of town, and 6 miles from our drop in, my truck finally said his last goodbye. I knew it didn't sound good when we hit 70mph, so I slowed down, and it died. Stupid truck.  :(


 After about an hour and a half on the side of the road, we finally get a tow back to town from my brother. We get it to the house and unload everything. Then my wife suggests taking her car and throwing the canoe on top. The spark in our eyes reemerged and it was back on full throttle fishing mode. We got to the river at 11am, which was a far cry from our original 7am drop in time, but we have all day, so who cares.


The day was still gorgeous and not outrageously hot yet. We had lots of clouds, light to no winds, and crazy clear water. Within the first thirty minutes I had my first fish. It was a doozy for this river. It went 6.8 and the day was just starting for us.



We ended up with a total of 11 bass. There was another one that went over 4 pounds with the rest all in the 2 pounds and under.


The sun came out pretty quick, but it wasn't miserable since we were in and out of the water so much.



I grabbed the fly rod and my new batch of flies I tied so I could test them and chunked them around. They worked better than I expected.


I caught quite a few sunfish but lost my favorite popper high above the river. I was sad. Stupid tree. :(

Overall an awesome day on the water with my son. Although he had many hookups, he wasn't able to get any in the boat. I spent a lot of time showing different techniques, teaching the what and why's, and hoping he could skip the years upon years of trial and error I went through because there wasn't anyone around to show me the way. He's learning. And we even discussed our next trip which will include some $$$ incentives for big fish.  :)  That was his idea, although the more I think about it, it would be my money either way. lol
.
Here's my boy...hot, tired, and after another hookup in a tree. I'm pretty sure his eyes behind the shades were telling me where to stick my camera.  lol


Thanks for coming along,
Scott


Oh yeah, I started my truck this morning just to see what would happen...it started right up and runs fine....stupid truck.


Friday, August 1, 2014

Pic of the Day

I'm so glad that my friend Bert was able to get off the river with his camera. What that means for me is that there are actually a few photos of me on the trip. It's always tough when you're always the photographer to ever get photos of yourself. I've had a few vacations that if I didn't stop and say, "hey, take this of us please. I want the kids to remember I was around on all these trips." it would never happen. Oh well, the life of a photographer I guess. Anyway, here are a couple of me enjoying the Pecos River. Even though you can't see my face...I was there, I promise. :)





Photos taken by Bert Rodriguez

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Pecos River....The Full Story



Some rapids weren't as forgiving as others. Dan shows us how to navigate a rapid from behind the kayak. lol. We all got a chance to learn how to do that.
 My good friend Bert Rodriguez has finished his write up of our ill-fated Pecos River trip from June. He definitely is a great story teller and it is wonderfully written. I wish it was not all true, and this could be filed in the fiction department, but no, this is our story. He has it in a 3 part section with I have provided links from his blog, Lone Star Chronicles. It was quite an adventure and i'm finally coming to terms of what all was lost and what all was saved. Thanks for the write up Bert!





Thanks for coming along,
Scott