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Friday Fly Fishing Report – Where it All Comes From

| July 7, 2017 | 1 Comment

I bet you wonder where all this information comes from.

WHERE THE INFORMATION COMES FROM

When it comes to assembling the (sometimes weekly!) Texas Fly Fishing Reports, I glean information, that isn’t FIRST HAND, from a few specific resources. These resources are NOT fly fishing based, and I typically don’t report on common knowledge that is found on forums because it can be so hyperbolic that the real value is very low – to hardcore fly fishers. What I simply try to do is assemble real information together in a format that hits the highs and ignores the rest.

RESOURCES FOR YOUR OWN REPORTS

First – Texas Fishing Reports provided by TPWD. You can have e-mail alerts sent to your phone as soon as they hit the TPWD site.

Second – Fox Sports Southwest on Fox Sports Outdoors on my cable TV (which is soon to be disconnected), early Saturday morning.

Third – Texas Insider Fishing Report, again on Fox Sports SW.

HINT – You can watch Fox Sports SW on your computer. Texas Insider is at www.texasinsiderfishingreport.com

THIS WEEK – Consider Sam Rayburn for

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Monday Morning Sidewalk – Post Christmas Roll

| December 26, 2016 | 0 Comments

Bass on Fly Pond Bass Houston fly fishing

Winter Wonders and Wanders on The Fly

Good morning. I can imagine you are probably enjoying the perfection of this dying year’s calendar, still off from work for another week if you’re lucky, and looking for a fish to catch – trying to get lucky. Well, the temperature here in Houston went over 80-degrees yesterday, and when I was checking with a couple of fly fishing friends in DFW, the temperature hit the high 70’s there as well. Amazing.

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Whatever fly fishing you do, be sure to let me/us know about it, and have a great week!

 

Texas Fly Fishing Report – Winter Sets in My Friends

| December 9, 2016 | 1 Comment

“Welcome back my friends, to the show that never ends,” here at Texas Fly Caster, and in the past few years on the Texas Fly Caster YouTube Channel. I couldn’t help but punch the ELP button right up front, after the announcement that 69-year-old Greg Lake lost his battle with cancer this week. For those of us into slightly deeper pursuits of music, I certainly appreciated his musical impact with King Crimson over the decades.

And speaking of the show that never ends, can you believe we are headed into 2017, and the tenth anniversary of Texas Fly Caster? Time does fly, and the YouTube Channel proves it. I started experimenting with YouTube ten years ago because they had the best looking most efficient way to take video files (that were way ahead of their time and internet speeds) and put them on the Texas Fly Caster website. Look how far they’ve come, and look how far we have come! DSLR video, GoPros, hell, how about cameras and video in our phones? Remember what that was like in 2007?

Above is this morning’s Texas Fly Fishing Report (recorded before sunup this morning). It contains information that you can translate into your fly fishing pursuits, and pass along to friends as if you invented it. I like when that happens. Folks gather so much information these days … that they forget where they got it! I demand no attributions, just let me know how it goes out there. Me? I’m staying inside where it’s warm (after the Cimarrona Studio Show in our backyard tomorrow).

Speaking of tomorrow’s show, there will be flies for sale at the Cimarrona Open Studio Show – flies by Mandy Mendez. I have steel to sell in many forms. For more information, go to the Cimarrona Facebook Page now, and check it out.

Redfish Fly The ReyRam Saltwater Fly

| November 18, 2016 | 0 Comments

THE REYRAM FLY

The ReyRam is so named because I originally found the photography and recipe for this simple to tie fly coming from Dr. Rey Ramirez from Brownsville, Texas, many years ago. Although it probably has another name, and I know from talking to Dr.Ramirez in subsequent years, the fly has evolved to be a lot more complex (with the same underlying fundamentals apparently).

Well, I am a simple guy, who loves a simple fly tie. So here is the original, unfiltered ReyRam. I have caught a lot of redfish, and trout on this fly over the years, and it is my first go-to when the seasonal flies are not producing. Now, we all know that when we have extreme CONFIDENCE in a fly, that means we work it more, work it better and subliminally – IT WORKS BETTER for us. That said, you give the fly a try, a tie and a try, and see what you think of it.

Ingredients:

  • 210 Thread – Flymaster Waxed
  • #6 C70DT Mustad hook
  • Fluoro Orange Marabou tail
  • Green (all varieties) crystal chenille
  • small or X small yellow barbell eyes
  • Brown or tan or green gold flecked silli-legs
  • Loon UV cure
  • Dyna-King Barracuda Deluxe
  • RiteBobbin

As the audio says, there may be someone out there who has another name, or another origin for this fly. Just like there hasn’t been a photograph that hasn’t been taken, there isn’t a fly that hasn’t been tied. Feel free to update me with the origins, or other (more / less accurate) names for the ReyRam Fly if you like.

Have a great weekend, and enjoy the cold weather finally here in North Texas!

Skinny Salt at Galveston Island State Park – The Devils and The Details

| October 4, 2016 | 0 Comments

How to start a Tuesday … perhaps citing the fact it’s national taco day, or the Bass Pro swallowing of Cabela’s, or the fact we caught two smallmouth yearlings on Lake Ray Roberts last night, or a boring old fart’s weather report, or maybe I should just stick to the advertised topic; catching speckled trout at Galveston Island State Park?

CROSSING INTO THE SALT

The days shortened, gave me the cover of time as I crossed the 45 bridge over to Galveston Island. The rising sun delayed its arrival even more, as a cloud bank offshore gave the appearance of a high mountain range far distant. Yellow-orange-gold was yet to peak through.

I rolled down the windows to take in that smell, the smell of salt marsh, the smell that clears the sinuses, attracts and repels, cleanses the soul and clears the thinking. Salt wipes away everything, all the static, all the things that matter less than the day’s pursuit. It’s always been that way for me, the ride to the beach always woke me up from sleeping in the back seat of the Buick, and put Toby (our standard poodle) on high alert, as we made the last curve on HWY 100 at Laguna Heights. We strained to look over the brush, over the bay and see the tall building just built on South Padre Island. It was a new beacon then, and now just one of dozens of sky scraping condos.

Taking the back way to the Galveston Island State Park (GISP), I though way back to Hurricane Ike, and the devastation I photographed there a mere two weeks after Ike beat Galveston down. Down, but not out. Now, it looks like nothing even happened. How soon they forget, I thought … it’s only a matter of time, and time is something I know a bit about now. HURRICANE IKE ARCHIVES

It’s a whopping $5-dollars to park on the bayside of Galveston Island State Park, a true bargain that lets you park and wade right in, or launch a kayak and ply some vast and dynamic habitat that can yield redfish, ladyfish, speckled trout, flounder and stingrays. Of course, one way or another, you need to be ready for stingrays.

I “loaned” my friend the fiver so he wouldn’t get popped by the extremely attentive park parking ranger, and we headed all the way back in to park at the kayak launch. As we were lining up, me sitting on the back edge of the 4Runner, we talked about the day ahead. There was no need to hurry, as the sun was still angled too low to reveal any fish, and the tidal movement was yet to come (a major tide event). I “loaned” my friend a solid fluorocarbon leader with a ten-pound tip for the extra abrasion resistance, and he tied on a gold spoon fly while I tied on a home grown redfish crack fly (video of that fly tie coming soon!). Set aside the “loans,” I was happy to see my young friend awake and near water at this hour!

Our small talk was interrupted by a loud crash, as the kayaker parked next to me lost his grip on his kayak, sending it sliding off the side of his Excursion, rebounding off the side of my vehicle, and hitting the ground. Call it what you will, PTSD or whatever, but I didn’t flinch, didn’t go running around to see what happened … nothing. I just asked the guy, who was embarrassed and adrenalized, if it looked okay. He said yes and professed embarrassment, which was plenty for me. My friend remarked at my casual demeanor, to which I replied, “How could I care about that after the last year I’ve had?” and we started walking. I didn’t tell him, a younger veteran, I hadn’t flinched in decades.

Galveston Island State Park Speckled Trout 2016

GOING RETRO

I liked the idea of going RETRO, back to the feet, the boots on the muck, shuffling and sliding and sinking my way to some inexperienced fish – old school. Mainly, I just wanted to prove again to myself it could be done by me, or anyone who reads this and wants to do it. No kayaks, no SUPs and no boats.

There was plenty of bait action on the water, and there were the occasional big blowups of trout smacking on the top. The water was shallow enough that someone more adventurous would certainly have a shot at some topwater trout action that Saturday morning. I began to recall the NEW lessons I learned while convalescing — watching the (mostly conventional) DVD’s by www.troutsupport.com. FYI – These DVD’s are critical to our collection of knowledge.

There were the bait slicks being blown by wind, as described, the mud boils, the clear water areas, and the areas starting to cloud by the breeze blown mud. While the tide wasn’t in full flow, the activity seemed to be everywhere. After a new moon, it was the morning feed. It certainly helps to know (thanks to TroutSupport) what you’re seeing!

I cast to the back of the slick and retrieved the crack at a deliberate (trailer park) pace, probably best described as, “medium speed foot long,” strips. The ticks came immediately, and then the harder munches came, but none were committed. A few more times at that pace, then I recalled a morning years back, on kayak, where the same behavior was happening nearby.

Offatts Bayou Speck

From the Archives – Click Image to read Offats Bayou 2008

I solved that problem by changing the strip. I picked up my pace, with two-foot strips that had zero pause, and shifted to “fast” mode. That did the trick. I could imagine these fish, mere feet away, competing for a … lame, slow moving, strange looking shrimp stimulator pattern? No, these specks needed to be pushed into a competitive frenzy mode to take.

I caught two small fish almost instantly, on consecutive casts, and once I saw the size I realized the reason for the ticks. These were small 10-inch fish just learning the ropes of group think, group slaughter. I determined to prove to myself that just like when going after stripers, I would work my way through many small ones to get to one large one that JUST HAD TO BE THERE.

Sure enough, a solid hit on the fly came after about three more casts. It was a fight that comes only rarely. The trout headed straight toward me, and I was caught with slack – stripping to maintain tension, and going to the reel – alternately spinning the knob as fast as I could on the Lamson Guru 3.0. Still, all the onus was on me to take up the slack, the TFO Mangrove was barely bent on the tip. Finally, high sticked, with about three feet of fly line left, the fish less than a rods-length away, it figured out something was wrong with that last meal, and headed west, putting a full bend in the rod and finally boiling to the top. A nice swirl told me it was a fine fish.

The trick is to land these trout by simply horse collaring them in front of their dorsal, from above, and putting a little pressure on either side of, and above the gill plates. It was a nice trout at about 18-inches, and fed to fat.

We moved on sweeping the flat, along with a few other guys fishing conventional, and ended going up against a grassy point where I again saw the signs of more fish feeding (bait was being pressed up against the point by the ever-increasing winds), and fast stripped my way to three more dink trout — mostly in an effort to prove I knew what I thought I knew about trout in saltwater shallows.

Those distant mountain clouds finally came in as the winds increased, so we decided to pull out and do some more looking, but nothing more came of the day at any of our other stops. The wind and clouds, as often happens on the salt, dominated the day.

I have to say, we both were pretty well worn, and satisfied that we were not going to walk-wade these waters again any time soon. Not with him the proud owner of a SoloSkiff, and me the proud, if inexperienced owner of a saltwater skiff. As dangerous as these areas are for boats (hence the lack of boat traffic), we both swore we would be floating next time.

You would ask about redfish wouldn’t you? We saw absolutely none, and no indications of any at all. They were somewhere, just not there. I had heard, “schooling,” which means staging, and I take that to mean deeper and nearer the channels. However, that may be inaccurate. Maybe we can get Danny Scarborough of Houston Fly Fishing to fill in that particular blank?

HERE’S WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW

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+Shannon Drawe
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