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I stand in knee deep water cold and quickly flowing I cast my fly back and forth where the water lillie's growing Strip the line a few times no bites so cast again Take a few steps downstream and simply rebegin Fish for a while no nibbles so change the fly cast over a stump bite knocks my bait in the sky Cast back across the old rotten stump strip a few feet of line and feel a little bump The fight is on not much but its fun a green warmouth catching fish in the sun My little yellow fly really does its job so many little warmouths on the stump, in a mob I caught quite a few not big enough to eat so I move along on a rock, I take a seat Cool water flowing by I relax in the sun cast my lure to a point I consider being done One final cast on the edge of some moss Twitch my wooly ****** gets hammered by a hoss she goes on a run fly line is peeling I can see the backing drag is loudly squealing The fight is truly on I turn her and begin to reel flashes or silver and green she has fight left in her still Tired out she finally gives up I reel her to my side an 8-pound bass, selfie and I let her go in stride I didn't catch a lot but had a blue clear sky If anybody asks if I caught I'll say, I went didn't I
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Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 9:17 AM UTC
Frio River Casting
I stand in knee deep water cold and quickly flowing I cast my fly back and forth where the water lillie's growing Strip the line a few times no bites so cast again Take a few steps downstream and simply rebegin Fish for a while no nibbles so change the fly cast over a stump bite knocks my bait in the sky Cast back across the old rotten stump strip a few feet of line and feel a little bump The fight is on not much but its fun a green warmouth catching fish in the sun My little yellow fly really does its job so many little warmouths on the stump, in a mob I caught quite a few not big enough to eat so I move along on a rock, I take a seat Cool water flowing by I relax in the sun cast my lure to a point I consider being done One final cast on the edge of some moss Twitch my wooly ****** gets hammered by a hoss she goes on a run fly line is peeling I can see the backing drag is loudly squealing The fight is truly on I turn her and begin to reel flashes or silver and green she has fight left in her still Tired out she finally gives up I reel her to my side an 8-pound bass, selfie and I let her go in stride I didn't catch a lot but had a blue clear sky If anybody asks if I caught I'll say, I went didn't I
Frio River, near Concan, Texas
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Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 9:17 AM UTC
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