hooker-of-men
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Currently on my return from West Texas. After flying into Austin, driving 4 hours to the middle of nowhere, taking a 45 minute boat ride across a lake to the mouth of the river, and then hiking 5 miles each day to fish, I thought getting there was the hard part. The fact that I'm now 11 hours into return flight delays has made me realize otherwise.
The area was like nowhere I've been: a little desert and a little scrublands - with a big limestone river running right through an otherwise epic expanse of nothing. The only local residents were herds of goats, aoudad sheep, and axis deer.
The lake
Everpresent Goats of Doom
A rocky section of the river
We tent camped at the mouth of the river, as far as we could take the boat, where it was muddy, shallow, and unfishable. As you worked upstream along the river, you moved into accessible mud flats and then hard bottom limestone fluted riverbed in deep canyon walls.
The very first hole I walked up on had probably 30 carp chilling in less than a foot of water well within casting distance. This was the norm throughout each of the sections, regardless of water type. Thee most carp I've ever seen.
Tails and backs
The area was like nowhere I've been: a little desert and a little scrublands - with a big limestone river running right through an otherwise epic expanse of nothing. The only local residents were herds of goats, aoudad sheep, and axis deer.
The lake
Everpresent Goats of Doom
A rocky section of the river
We tent camped at the mouth of the river, as far as we could take the boat, where it was muddy, shallow, and unfishable. As you worked upstream along the river, you moved into accessible mud flats and then hard bottom limestone fluted riverbed in deep canyon walls.
The very first hole I walked up on had probably 30 carp chilling in less than a foot of water well within casting distance. This was the norm throughout each of the sections, regardless of water type. Thee most carp I've ever seen.
Tails and backs
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