Monday, November 18, 2013

A Change of Seasons

It's been a week since Nicholas and I got back from the Pecos River, and I was in dire need to go do some fishin'. Normally it takes about thirty minutes to get everything ready to go and get loaded up for a trip to the water. This time was a little different. When we got back, we pretty much just put everything in the garage and left it. We were beat that day and I never got back to organizing everything. So last night I opened the garage, muttered something under my breath, and got to work. An hour and a half later, I was ready to go. I left the house at 8am and was on the water by 8:30. The first thing I noticed was the lack of wind. The temp was in the upper 40's and the water was like glass. As I dropped in, I was completely caught off guard by the colors that surrounded me. The yellows, oranges, and reds had replaced the greens that had been with us since March. I didn't think Fall would ever show up before Winter did. It was quite a sight.

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I normally fly through a lot of the first section of the South Concho near Christoval mainly because this part is very wide and the wind usually has its way with you. But today was so different. There wasn't even the slightest breeze. I was able to fish the area harder and work a lot less. Once I passed through and got to the narrower stretches the colors just came alive.




Of course the fishing was awesome. I brought my fly rod but didn't use it that much. I only caught a couple on it. The fish just kept biting. It was amazing to have this many bass on just one outing. Usually the perch bite like this and you have to work a lot harder for the bass. Well over 20 in just a few hours.







Of course there were tons of small ones as well, but they were a blast all the same. Even the weeee little ones.



I wasn't able to go as far as I had planned because of a slight roadblock.



I thought about going around, but that was going to be a chore. I also had just drug my yak up and over a dam, so I wasn't really feeling the love of detours at the moment. So I paddled down to where the river turns on the other side of about 50 yards of land. I quietly walked across the land bar and got to the river.



 Another thing that surprised me was the amount of corpses in the water. I counted 3 deer, wasn't really surprised at that, hunting season brings out all types of hunters and 7 goat floaters. Whoa....Goat Floater...didn't they open up for Limp Biskit at the Roxy in '95? Anyway, there was a few nice wiffs of foul odors drifting through the river at different times. Of course the buzzards were having an early Thanksgiving before their journey South for the winter. Yum, Cabrito Suprise, wet and juicy, come and get it. I just threw up in my mouth.




Here were a few extras....






Overall....an absolutely awesome, gorgeous, windless, fishy, dead meaty, cool and productive day on the water.

Cameras:
Nikon D7000
Go Pro
Fuji Finepix XP60


Thanks for coming along,
Scott






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