Scum Of The Earth

Last weekend, I got a wild hair to go fish a place I'd been told about. A place rumored to have 10 pounders like it was no big deal. So, I called one of my friends who'd just gotten a new Coosa, and had yet to put it in anything except a swimming pool. Well we made it to our little homey hole sometime mid morning and the first thing we noticed was the nastiest black mud you get to trek through to get to the lake. So we did that and now we're fishing. The next thing I notice, is this water is crystal clear and full of grass and this slimy scum stuff,  that was so thick with every stroke of your paddle, you'd lift up about 20 pounds on the blades. After awhile I got over that, I was using a Spro frog, a lure that I hadn't used in years, and hooked several bass. Then the wind picked up to just almost gale force and blew both of us to this little pocket, where we sat for a while and could only get perch to bite. While all this was going on, I hooked into something big, it caught me by such surprise, I thought I was hung up in the weeds then all of a sudden, my rod doubles over and I see m line start going perpendicular to where it was supposed to be. Then without warning everything goes still and I reel up to just a bare hook. Maybe next time I told myself as I shook my head. Oh well. Well here are some pictures of this place, we decided we'd call it the coal mine.

Brazos Below Lake Whitney

It's been a few weeks now, but a few of us ventured that way from all over the great state of Texas for a bachelor party for one of our friends. We had planned on going down below PK, but with the drought situation the way it was around the time we were planning on going, we decided there were better options of places we could go.

So, Chase and I, took off around 5am and  we finally made it to West in time to grab a few kolaches and to catch our breath from the drive down. We then drove over to Dick's, (when we made it back on day two, we figured out why they call him that) and eventually met up with the rest of our group. Sometime mid-morning Saturday we set out and fished the entire way to our camp site. I think everyone in the group caught at least one bass, and Brady, the bachelor, hooked into the biggest bass of his life, we weighed it, and it ended up being over 7 pounds. Most of the fish caught were caught on flukes, and senkos. We cooked steaks for supper, drank too much beer and had a great time. On the second day I hooked into what I believed to be possibly my biggest bass, unfortunately, it got down in a big log jam and broke off, I was sick. After this trip, I believe this is my favorite section of the Brazos. Anyways, here are a few pictures I snapped along the way, enjoy.