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Go With The Flow Friday in San Angelo Texas

| November 4, 2016 | 0 Comments


So many of the old codgers I know just seem to want to limit themselves to the old codger-y ways of fly fishing the same old spots, and never want an adventure outside of their particular boxes. They leave that whipper-snapper stuff to … the whipper-snappers mostly. I’ve always been a little different that way I guess. READ MORE == Continue Reading

Monday Morning Put Out The Lights

| October 31, 2016 | 0 Comments

Welcome to the Monday Morning Sidewalk at the Texas fly fisher’s number one source for current information on fly fishing in Texas! I hope you had a fun, safe weekend, and arrived without delays (yeah, right) to wherever you find yourself this morning. Today closes the hottest October on record for North Texas, which should be no surprise. It’s the new normal, and now the stress on water supplies begins to rise in awareness again. Famine follows our feast. (Warning: Many more cliche’s follow)

I sincerely love the reaction when I say, “Put out the lights. The party’s over,” to another carp season. It means a bunch of readers take it upon themselves to prove, “It ain’t over, until it’s over,” and they get out and stick more carp, reeling them like frozen logs, posting it on forums and starting threads about  “Carp in Snow,” and other nonsensical one-upmanships . Sure, anything can happen, and anything can be done when it comes to carp, anytime anywhere. My little secret is, part of saying “Put out the lights,” is the reaction is exactly what I want and expect – been there, done that.

So officially: Put out the lights, the party’s over. I am sure I could take myself out on the skiff, and stick a carp today, but why? It’s like the difference between finishing on a cast, or finishing on a catch. Sometimes it’s a cast.

I took a guest out Sunday, and although we saw and blew some carp out yesterday, very few … it was more like sleepwalking through the Ray Roberts flats, than being on a hot summer stalk when the fish are climbing down your leader to get to the fly. Conditions were nothing but favorable, with winds about 8-10 out of the south, and temperatures pushing 80, but none of it was enough for an old time revival. The tent was down, and the poles laid straight.


Waldron Vise at Fly Bar

Lawrence Waldron vise manned by Zach at the Fly Bar Sunday afternoon.

But before we headed for the border, we had a brief fly tie at the Fly Bar yesterday afternoon. It was Kevin and Zach bellying up to the bar to tie a few on, a few flies on that is. Kevin was breaking in his new Regal Rotary Vise, and Zach had his Lawrence Waldron … yes, that Lawrence Wadron vise. Close-up experience with other brands of vises is pretty valuable in knowing what I’m talking about when it comes to vise recommendations for complete strangers with wide ranging levels of interest and skills. Of course I’ll probably never see another Waldron in person, but with the power of CNC machining and CAD design? Someone somewhere (maybe in the basement) is already working on a more evolved, more perfect version of the Waldron. Coming across a Waldron reminded me of that last elite encounter, seeing a $230-thousand dollar Mercedes in in the flesh, in the parking lot of the Federal Reserve a couple of weeks ago – two more unicorns in my journey. Aging allows, even encourages me, to more gracefully add these two things to the growing list of things I will never own. It was certainly interesting to have three different vises, the Dyna-King Barracuda Deluxe (mine), the Regal and the Waldron all turning in one place, fur and feathers flying. It’s about time to host another fly tie to offset the effects of carp withdrawal.

Regal Vise Fly Bar

New fly tier, new Regal vise manned by Kevin at the Fly Bar Sunday afternoon.

This will be an interesting week. It’s time to again go west, to San Angelo, and see if I can EVER catch a fish there. So far, I have come up as dry as the landscape on my limited searches in that part of West Texas. Honestly, my art family there gets a whole lot more attention these days, but I can always sneak out for a fix. Reading the book, “Empire of the Summer Moon … ,” by S.C. Gwynn, gave me a deeper appreciation for the San Angelo area’s historic value, and I would love to dig deeper into that as well.Empire of the Summer Moon: Quanah Parker and the Rise and Fall of the Comanches, the Most Powerful Indian Tribe in American History

Thanks for reading! Have a fantastic week, and get  out there and prove me wrong carp killers!

Carp on Fly – Down to the Last Cast

| October 29, 2016 | 0 Comments

It smells like tomorrow will be the swan song for the epic CARP 2016 Season on Lake Ray Roberts, Texas. I’ll have a guest on board the skiff, but made no promises of even seeing any carp on the famous flats that produced so many memories in a new book of memories started this year. If next year is anything like, anything close to this year, then the world is right (regardless of politics).

I am betting there will be others out on the flats tomorrow, trying to get one more taste of the “carp thang” as well, and I guess I should warn them / you that I am going to blow up the Lantana Flat as the first order of business tomorrow. It’s only right really, after having them blown for me and a guest the last time I was there (by an unconventional wader*). *I would be glad to explain the nuances to you.


It will take awhile to gather all the “hits” from the Spring-Summer ’16 fly fishing, but I will try and get together a YouTube video or a slideshow … call it a brag reel if you like! I don’t mind looking back for the most part, but it’s a little hard to do that while looking forward to, and preparing for Oklahoma (still have to send in that paperwork proving I’m an ‘merican citizen and all the rest) this winter when it’s pushing 90-degrees the next three days.


It is enticing to leave the skiff hooked up to the truck, as it is right now, and just head south until it’s warm enough to be interesting on the water – and reading reports for places, like Lake Belton, and Lake Somerville do nothing to make me want to mothball the skiff any time soon.

Next weekend it is a change of scenery for sure though, as we head to the Chicken Farm Art Center in San Angelo, Texas. Regular readers will remember that we have made that trip a few times over the years, and although I have yet to catch a fish there, it is a fantastic getaway. Maybe we will get lucky this time? If you know anything about the water out that way (the Concho in town seems just about empty of fish), feel free to let me know – and if you live there – COME FIND ME at the Chicken Farm. I am sure I can get away for some fishing.


Monday Morning – Time For a Time Check

| March 28, 2016 | 0 Comments

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Monday Morning Sidewalk

Good morning Texas fly casters, and welcome to wherever you are reading from this beautiful Monday morning, beautiful in North Texas anyway!

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the weather can be drastically different from region to region in North Texas. In case I forget to remind you, Texas is a big State. Today is almost too perfect in North Texas, and that’s probably because there’s not a darn thing I can do today but sit around and “take it easy” in preparation for a final medical test tomorrow morning. It’s a test that takes up half a day, and once that radioactive glucose gets circulated, there’s not much else you want to do the rest of that same day – except drink a lot of water – A LOT of water, to flush the system.

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Texas Fly Fishing’s Monday Morning Sidewalk

| March 7, 2016 | 0 Comments

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Good morning and welcome to wherever you are this cloudy, ominous morning! Welcome to the number one informational fly fishing site in Texas, about Texas fly fishing. [ppw id=”133866015″ description=”Gyotaku Epic Spring” price=”.10″]

The most dangerous thing we North Texans do, just about every day, is get in our cars and drive. So, I hope you do arrive at your destinations in one piece! Just a few days ago, someone our neighbors knew had a breakdown on the bridge over Lewisville Lake. That stretch of I35E is a gauntlet (retaining walls no shoulders). He got out (first mistake / last mistake). Somebody hit his car, his car hit him, threw him off the bridge — DRT (dead right there). Many miles of North Texas highways are deadly right now, with construction taking a priority over safety.

Just about the time I think we are back in a drought, the skies open, and all those lush sprinklered lawns get rained on again (turn your water timers off!). To paraphrase a worn out phrase, It was the best of times, and it is the worst of times. The pattern is simple. Long stretches of dry weather punctuated by radical flood events. End of story.

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