Scouring the overview maps of our planting job around Houston, the Whitesail, and the North of Babine Lake I find endless opportunites to throw the fly around in lakes to my choosing. I calculate the distances of bushwhacks that I hope to thrash around in. I look for where the little streams flow into the little lakes, assuming that the little rainbows will be hanging out there. The maps reek of adventure and I'm itching to get them underway.
I remember the first lake that I went to this season. Just a little lake right off the Chisholm FSR. The lake had no name, I looked in many sources for the name, and no known trail to get to it. Seeing the lake from the road I pulled over and headed in a straight line to the lake.
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| Julie looking for the fish. An unnamed lake off the Chisholm Rd. Shot on the Nikon F100, Fujifilm 400iso |
I was much under prepared for this lake. I was wearing rubber caulk boots thinking that at least I'd be able to stand in the water up to my ankles without getting wet feet. Little did I know that the lake didn't really have a solid bank to stand upon and just trying to get the waterline involved hoping from grass clump to grass clump. Every step felt as if I'd break through the thick grass and plummet into the depths. Of course water surged up and over the boots and preceded to soak my feet. Ahh, so sad.
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| Julie not finding a dry spot to stand, she settles for a somewhat solid submerged island of grass. Nikon F100, Fujifilm 400iso |
