The Frio river

Me and my yakin amigo headed to the very private section of the frio river that I have negotiated my way into. I have had great fishing on this river, unfortuanitly, this wouldnt be a 200 fish weekend like some of my trips in the past.

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We left around 10am and by noon there was already some fishing going on. However, there was a slight role reversal. We had become the fish and the law man had become the fisherman. After being baited for what must have been 4 miles I finnaly got hooked as he reeled me into the shoulder I wondered what lure I must have fallen for? Speeding? No... No flag on my kayak that over hangs my truck bed? No... I have a flag? Do you know why I pulled you over, I get asked, No Sir!!! Well your gunna loose your thingy. My thingy? Sir? Oh my PFD, Um... yah he replies. Oh thats my flag since my kayak over hangs the truck. Oh, expensive flag he replies. (5 doller pfd I think to my self) Well the second reason I pulled you over is you have a dark shirt on and I couldnt see your seat belt. Oh, well I had it on. Yah I see that, the third reason I pulled you over was when I was behind you there you touched the line a couple times so I am gunna need to see your license and insurance. Long story short I get HWRed. (Harassed,warned,released)

Back to our fishing trip
Once I finnaly reach our section of river all was forgotten and forgiven. We hurried to launch our yaks for what would be the slowest two days on the frio I have ever had.

We managed two double hook ups, a couple good bass and a variety of dinks in the first hour or so One dink spot was so hungry as soon as I released him he slamed my partners worm within seconds of his prior release.
We followed this by finding a 3pm buzz bait bite that last an hour or so. However I would have gladly thrown that bait all day to watch that 4 pounder I cought slam the surface the way he did. Did I mention he was 4 pounds on 4 pound test? What a challenge. Just watch me work this guy as he brings the trees to me.


After portaging two dry spots and going a few miles we decided to get back to the first portage by dark.. Here I am catching a bass after a portage on a buzz bait. Problem was spence wouldnt take the pic so I got his mad face and the pole bending!!! Once we arrived back at the first portage we decide to try to go back to our phenominal buzz bait bite. We manage a few good fish and some good times in pitch blackness with the most stars I have seen in as long as I can remember. Between the stars and the still silence of the uninhabited hill country I was in heaven.


Once back to the camp site we make dinner Then we turn our attention to the catfish that call this river home and to the area we chumed hours before, when we first got on the water. We decided to chum the area again and drop two fishing lights over the area. We paddle back to camp to make our fire and start to tell storys. Its not but 3 foot of flames later that we here the sound of a strong river fish tugging on one of our rods.
Then I get my big fish of the trip

All in all we manage two small flat heads several decent channels and a 13lb blue. A mini slam is what ill call it. LOL






The second day was more good times on a beautiful river with nothing to worry about except not getting backlash in my bait caster. I will admit I finnaly got out fished but the only camera with film was on my campadres boat so his pics were limited. Im sure the front that moved through this weekend and the drop in temps hurt some of our fishing but may have been the reason the blue and flat heads were in the mix. This trip has earned the nick name trip of death becouse it wasnt an easy trip and definitly not for the week of heart. JUST LOOK AT THESE PORTAGES!!! We were in a battle with the river it seemed and I think we won!!!

Fisherman 1---River 0---Trooper 0