Fishing the Hooch the last couple of days has been great. The weather has been excellent, tempature and humidity both down, okay if you’re from AZ it still humid. To be surrounded by something approaching 5 million people and see less than a dozen on my little 3/4 mile stretch of river is quite amazing to me. Saturday, there was a guy in a boat who staked out the best hole, but he got there first. Today I think I picked up two trout out of it and had a real nice one get away by hanging the flies on the side of a rock. It’s hard to tell from the distance but he may have been the best trout I have ever had on, on the Hooch. Sunday, I tied up my tube and wade out there and caught a nice rainbow that was one of the prettiest I have ever seen anywhere. The coloring was less silver and more gold. I tried to get a photo but only had my cell which was turned off so rather than stress the trout I released it. Besides, I know you all trust me to tell it exactly like it happen.
Then downstream I see this small dinosaur with its head burrowed in the mud. The tail was guessestimated at a foot long. I suspected it might be a female laying eggs. She was easily as large as a wheel cover. In Louisiana that gal would have ended up in somebody’s kitchen.
Sunday I landed 9 trout, 3 or 4 on a red and black ant under a BWO dry, Saturday I think it was 7 or 8. When you an get a bunch of rising trout interested in what you have on to the end of your lines it compares very favorably with a good bed of bluegills or shellcrackers. I am not sure which is the most fun, more research is needed.
I’m saying in Louisiana she would end up in the skillet. Back when I was a kid working in the sandpits helping build I-10 through New Orleans a nice sized snapper showed up in the pit. Claude, our full bleed Cajun dragline operator, who I had never seen move very fast was down out of the dragline. Grabbed the turtle by the tail and into the back of his pickup. Dinner on the hoof (so to say). Of course, if a Cajun can’t make it taste good, you might as well bury it as not fit for consumption.
RBC, My only OLD friend, I take fishing with me and don’t worry about his physical abilities, retired and moved to a retirement village in Florida, where he plays softball or some other sports about 6 or 7 days a week. Most of the guys I fish with, when I fish with anyone are 20 to 40 years younger than me. I have no intentions of aging gracefully, I’m going kicking and screaming.
Don’t confuse me with Denver Pyle, he only places Uncle Jesse on TV and in the movies. I’m the real deal with nephews and nieces from Dallas to Memphis, Tupelo, Baton Rouge, Richmond and south Asia. That only counts the one’s I’m related by blood to, not the adopted family.
Uncle Jesse, I think that I was implying what you said.
Barefoot - she sure ain’t got no shoes on.
Pregnant - you said you thought she was a-layin’ eggs.
In the kitchen - gettin’ prepared for supper…
Yep, we were sayin’ the same thing.
Uncle Jesse I bet that trout with a gold color was a true Golden Trout…I landed 3 in the Lower Mountain Fork River at BrokenBow Oklahoma…
a truley Majestic fish they are…if it wasnt completly gold its’ genes mighta just got scrambled up if that makes any sence.
Thanks for sharing…i find it interesting.
