Creek Addict

Nick, Jordan and I met up on Easter to do a bit of fishing at the local wild trout stream. I don’t really remember too many specifics from the outing other than the snakes were out thick and we caught a shit load of fish. Yup, that pretty much sums it up. Oh yeah, it was gorgeous out too.

A few pictures.

The red spots on this fish were ridiculous. I caught a fish (this fish) with similar spots at this same stream last year. Must be something in the water! (or the same fish)

These fish looked VERY healthy.


We’ve all fished this creek more than a few times. None of us had ever caught a brookie. Jordan was just telling us how someone had reported catching some good size brookies up stream. Then ta-da! I pulled one out. Definitely not good size though. Cool to see them in there anyway.

Frickin snakes everywhere. Anyone out there know what they are?

For the trout opener in PA I met up with Mark Erdosy from This River is Wild. We hit one of the popular local trout streams that is open year round in hopes that the other trout fisherman were off fishing streams that were previously closed. No luck. The place was crowded. I even saw a guy with a grill and party tent set up right on the banks. We fished a section that is a little less pressured in hopes of catching a few wild fish.

Mark was interested in learning about some of the European nymphing methods, and I was happy to oblige. After a few quick blurbs on how things work, and a quick demo of how it all looks, we were off to the races. It didn’t take long before Mark had a handle on things and started putting fish in hand with the new learned methods. It probably only took about 15 minutes from start to finish before he caught his first fish using the European techniques. After catching a few fish, we decided to head to one of his top secret spots. A more than fair trade. The amount of gold hidden in the place he took me to is unreal. A new favorite spot, and I haven’t even caught a fish there yet.

At secret spot X we met up with one of the other writers of This River is Wild, Adam Hope. As soon as I stepped up to the water, I saw the shadows. After trying for an hour or so, I couldn’t get a take. Adam was lucky enough to catch himself one. A sure sign that the season is looking up. It’s time for carp, and I couldn’t be any more ready. It was great fishing with these guys. I’m all about meeting new like minded fisherman. I hope to get out on the water with these guys again soon.

A nice little wild brown.

I love the buttery yellows the trout in this stream have.

One of Mark’s rainbows after the release.

Looks like we took the same picture.

The dog and I decided to go with Nick and his wife to one of our local wild brookie streams. I didn’t really do any fishing, but I took a few pictures.

Little brookies slamming stimulators.

This picture came out pretty good. It was pretty hard for me to sit by and watch Nick pull fish out of the water.

The fisherman.

The fly.

The stream.

My dumb dog getting splinters.

God, I love Texas. The food, the people, the fishing, the weather, everything. The coast, the lakes, the rivers, the wild flowers, the hills. Texas is god’s country, no doubt about it. Maybe it’s because I now live in New Jersey. Maybe it’s because it’s where I’m from, where I was born, and where my family calls home (half of it anyway). Who knows…. all I know is I love that fucking place. Yeeee haaaaaaa. Every time I go back, it makes it that much harder to leave again. Who knows, maybe I’ll find myself back there one day. Time will tell.

The wife and I went down to spend some time with my grandparents, who were celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary. We stayed at a sweet rental house on Canyon Lake about 10 minutes from the dam that’s releases make trout fishing a real possibility in Texas. I really didn’t get to fish too much, but I did spend a little bit of time on the water and caught a few fish. Nothing good. Most my time was spent gorging myself on Mexican food and Shiner Bock.

I wet waded the freezing Guadalupe to catch a few trout. When I went to take a picture of this guy, my lens was all fogged up from the temperature change from my pocket to the warm Texas air. The trout I was catching weren’t much to look at, but hey, it’s a trout in Texas. I caught a few little guys before it was time for me to get back to drinking.

A picture of a little bass I caught in front of the lake house. The water in the lake was still cold and crystal clear. If I had more time, I would have rented a boat and searched the lake for some of the hybrid stripers it holds.

One of the many deer that came up to the back porch of the lake house.

Spring in full swing.

Hangin’ with the fam.

I’ve been busier than normal these days. The blog has been a bit neglected. I’m going to work on getting some stuff up today.