quote:In graduate school, I built a plywood boat that I could carry atop my corvair and would fly fish Town Lake, behind Tom Miller Dam, through down town Austin almost daily. Wonderful fishing! I caught the single largest crappie and the largest white bass I have ever seen there.
Reminds me of when I was a kid. Johnsons Wax is located in my hometown and the Johnson family has a private pond stocked with bluegill. We used to sneak in there at night and fish for them. Some of the gills we'd pull out of there were amazing, probably world records. Now the security is too tight to even think about trying it again, well, that and the fact that now I'm a grown-up, kind of.
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If you work at it and learn to lay the hook out gently on the water with your fly rod, you can fish all week long with tiny slivers of plastic worm (cut it up with a single edge razor blade....tiny!) that is made for bass strung onto a #10 long shank brass hook and catch bream by the dozens. Once it hits the water, just let it sink at its own rate, being careful not to allow excess slack in the line, because the devils will often take it as it sinks.
Should it get to the bottom or come to rest on something, start retrieving with a quick sharp snap. It may have come to rest in a bull bream's mouth! Also, big ol' bream will watch it come to rest and sit eying it from 6 or 8 inches and when you twitch it from the bottom...WHAM!
(I'd love to have access to that pond, upside!!!)
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One of these days I'm going to have to make an attempt at fly fishing. Maybe next summer. For now I'll have to stick with my big old baitcasters and keep throwing huge hunks of hardware at them.
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Though I do enjoy the fine art of the fly rod, its magic lies a poor second to magnificient delight of laying a big old stick bait along side a lilly pad at daybreak and letting it sit 'til the ripples all have died away, then wait some more, and then ever so gently transmitting a nudge down the line to give the teensiest tiniest quiver to the bait and seeing the water explode when Mr. Big Mouth decides it's a gonna be his breakfast.
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