Pitter Pat – Another Name For Rain
Who came up with pitter pat? Try telling me before you Google it, or Lexa it or ask your favorite AI bot. We have the pitter pat of a slow, drenching rain coming down here at Fish Camp North, and by the sight of first photographs of dove season in South Texas? they have had some rain themselves. There’s disturbance sitting right off the Texas Coast, and I have said all I should say about the weather … it gives away my age, and turns me into a Geico ad punchline.
I managed to cobble together a new Fly Fishing News Report over the weekend, and am still digging into the numbers that tell me the best time to unleash these videos on the masses. It certainly isn’t on a three-day holiday weekend. It’s obviously half-past-four and Texas is shifting gears now. Check out the new dominoes game! And don’t miss the TIP for that video! It will make you cringe!
Looking back as seasonal changes tend to make us do, I only have to look back a few months to an awesome start to the carp season on Ray Roberts that was obliterated by the rains that came in May and June, rains that completely wiped the season off the map. Of course this is one of the few places you will catch such true talk. Some things never change.
The reward for talking about how bad a season, like this one the sun is dying on, is that there is always a fly fisher out there who sends a photograph, or puts one in their Instagram feed to prove me wrong. So please, by all means – start sending. I have had my own October surprises, and you better believe I have a few more trips to Ray Roberts vast flats (the water is amazingly high for September) up my short sleeves.
Small Ball Fly Fishing
One interesting tidbit, I have never caught as many sunfish as the last time I was coved-up on Lake Ray Roberts. I have been seeking those little aquarium fish for a reason; new macro photography of these beautiful little fish. We who have caught the variety of Texas sunfish realize; sunfish are, and we can debate this, the most beautiful freshwater species in Texas.
What brought these little, and I mean LITTLE, fish to my attention is the fact I can now actually feel their nibbles on my carp fly rod! The minute transfer of sensation on my Sawgrass Fly Rod to my hand is unmistakeable. I caught nearly a dozen of those little fish the last time I was on the water – by feel. And each one was fighting like it was a two-weight contender. So, it’s time to “rod-down,” and play some small fish ball. Base hits. “If you can’t be with the one you love honey – love the one you’re with,” goes the Stephen Stills song that was so hacked up in the latest episode of Mill House.
They are so small, however, that I am breaking my piggybanks to afford the new MACRO lens I need to do some photographing of these fish. And that alone blunts my excitement and determination – check Craigslist for my Nikon DSLR liquidation sale!
Yesterday was a real day off! White Russians and “The Big Lebowski,” and if that isn’t enough, I followed it with the new movie “The Fall Guy,” which is so goofy, I may add it to my Labor Day Mandatory Watch List in the future, if I ever get around to making that list …
Have a fantastic week, what is left of it, and let me know what your fall plans are this year! We realize travel is still a great option, the pressure is coming off Colorado, and the temperatures mean camping out isn’t necessarily torture. I have made so many threats of adventure, it is HONESTLY time to put up, or shut up.
Category: Adventure, Body-Mind-Soul
