What a GREAT group of women fly fishers
at our Marble Falls outing last month! In spite of unknown fishing
territory and yucky weather, they were super. We were lucky to have
Jodi Rector for her first trip, all the way from San Angelo. She and
her dad returned to our fishing spot and "racked up," as she put it
in an email after the trip. Pam Vestal, her friend Maryann and Pam's
15-year-old daughter, Tiffany, came all the way from Spring and the
Katy area. We really enjoyed their company. How wonderful to see a
member of the new generation out there in her hip waders. She should
be on a fly-fishing calendar, what a cutie! Those of you who were at
Homer Martin remember that we were lucky to have Luke, Sarah's
nephew, along. It is really gratifying to see a part our mission
being fulfilled before our very eyes!! By the way, Sarah Valentine
gets the Bravery Award for going swimming so early in the year. Ask
her about it. Debi Prather and Mary Rohrer came out for the day, and
Kerri and Jim Stephenson came out Saturday morning before most of us
started fishing due to the weather. Our hats are really off to
Sheila Anderson for taking her duties as Historian so seriously. You
can see her photos online at
even came to our Saturday night dinner despite a migraine and took
pictures. Love your dedication.
Some of us arrived on Thursday and
Friday and fished the Max Starkey Dam in Marble Falls. We didn't
have much luck, and it was as crowded as we were told it might be.
We decided that Reimer's Ranch was not very far away, and we had
been hearing really great white bass reports, so on Saturday off we
went. The weather forecast predicted that the worst weather would
move out on Saturday morning, so we decided to go to breakfast first
thing at The Bluebonnet. This turned out to be a good idea — by the
time we arrived at Reimer's Ranch the skies had cleared and the sun
was shining, hooray! It was, however, very muddy and those with four
wheel drives were glad they had them. Jim and Kerri (who had arrived
there early and fished in the heavy rain) told us that it was
extremely muddy and that we should park most of the cars up top and
only take four wheel drives down to the water. We stopped at the
first parking area while several folks went on to check out the
roads. While Debi visited the port-a-potty, Audrey, Sarah and yours
truly thought it would be really funny to shake the "outhouse" while
she was in there. So we snuck up very quietly and on a whispered
1-2-3 count, tipped the outhouse. Nothing happened. Just as we
turned to look at each other with wondering looks on our faces, Debi
stepped out of the OTHER port-a-potty. So much for the best laid plans
of mice and men. Debi got the last laugh.
Please humor me for one more story. As
Becky and I pulled up at the first parking area at Reimer's, an LCRA
patrol truck pulled up behind us, seemingly in a serious business
manner. I looked at Becky, thinking that she could explain what was
happening. She had a horrified look on her face. We both started to
discuss how we hadn't done anything yet—it couldn't be our fishing
licenses since we couldn't even see the water. Becky warily stepped
out of the truck, still with that scared look on her face and then
cracked up laughing. Turns out the LCRA patrolman was Joy's
daughter, and Joy had ask her to scare and tease Becky just a
little. It worked! I only wish I had known what was going on as it
happened so I could have taken a picture of Becky's face to share
with you instead of just telling you about it. One hardly ever sees
Becky even a little shaken.
Becky, Joy and CJ brought their kayaks
and they all caught fish. Other fish were caught—but not by me.
Maybe we'll have better luck at the Bud Priddy. (I cannot wait for
the Bud Priddy One Fly. One of my favorite "fish-on" experiences
happened on the Nueces year before last. Not a real large fish, 10
inches, but he blew up and jumped and fought like crazy. It was as
fun as those big reds on the coast.)
We had a short and sweet business
meeting Saturday evening. We discussed membership and "how to's" for
making it bigger and better. The most important thing was that we
voted Audrey Ambrose in as the acting First Vice President, to fill
the position left open by the resignation of Kathy Goodlett. We are
excited to have Audrey on board. She was a great help in our fund
raising effort at the Houston County Lake outing held in Crockett.
Audrey is very organized, levelheaded, business savvy and did I
We have to thank Sheila and Randall Hood
for allowing us to use their RV "yard" for our meeting place, since
I lost the keys to the meeting room in the "potty shaking"
extravaganza. (I did find them later.) We also must thank Coco for
making and sharing the first and best Mole I have ever tasted. All
these things are such good stuff. Our outings should be mentioned in
Kenny Chesney song (sorry if you don't' listen to Kenny Chesney).
Please—each of you plan to come and be a
part of the Bud Priddy One Fly outing, May 16-18 at Camp Wood. There
is a beautiful creek to fish located on the road to Lost Canyon. My
vehicle just stops there on it's very own and ejects me out to fish
it before I can ever make it to Lost Canyon. Lost Canyon gives us a
chance to be headquartered in absolutely beautiful surroundings
where we can all be together and enjoy each others company, share
some fishing stories, some casting practice and strategy for the
If you have not fished the Bud Priddy
previously, please do not be put off by the fact that it is called a
"contest". It is very low key. Maps are handed out with suggested
fishing places, then everyone is on their own to fish anywhere on
the river. Each participant reports her catch based on the honor
system. After the contest there is a wonderful dinner at the Casa
Falcone restaurant, with really great door prizes in addition to
prizes for the contest winners.
I have two suggestions based on
experience. First, stop fishing and get off the river early enough
to change clothes before you go to dinner - everyone will appreciate
it. Second, bring plenty of sun screen. My Native American heritage
allows me to be liberal with the sun screen but I burned like crazy
over the course of the day.
Can't wait to see you all there!!!
More Outing Report!
by Coco Davenport
(Editors Note: I cajoled an outing
report out of Coco before getting Sherri's, above. So, you get two
outing reports this time. Debi)
I arrived early about 10 am Friday at
the RiverView RV Park in Marble Falls. Yeah, my spot was ready.
While I was preparing to move on from the office to my appointed
spot, Audrey and Sarah arrived. We soon found out that Sherri had
arrived the day before. Soon there after CJ Vaughn and Joy arrived
followed by Sheila and Randall and Becky. Now how fun was that? Old
home week as we set up our rigs and awaited word from other members.
Sherri, Audrey, Sarah and I tried to fish below the dam at the ramp.
It was pretty tricky getting down to the water and the fish were not
cooperative. I kept looking up the very steep path that lead to the
water wondering how I could make it back if they opened the flood
gates. Hmmm... my advanced age is catching up with me.
Friday evening Pam Vestal and her
daughter Tiffany and her friend Mary Ann arrived, along with Sheila
and Robert Anderson and Jodie Rector and her Dad, Ronny and Kayla.
We all sat around the campfire at Sheila Hoods RV eating drinking
and talked about all the fish we planned on catching on Saturday at
Saturday we took off in a caravan to
Reimer's Ranch in the rain. Kerri and Jim, and Jodie and her Dad had
gotten there early and fished in the rain with some luck. By the
time we slid down to the water the rain had stopped. Somewhere along
the trail Debi arrived much to the joy of one and all. We all found
a place to fish. The absolutely best part was watching Becky shuttle
Audrey and Sarah to the other side of the river in her kayak. It was
touch and go all the way. Sarah caught a good fish and then slipped
off the rocks trying to bring it in. Poor thing she filled her wader
with icy water on the down. We all cheered from the far side of the
river as she stripped and tried to dry out.
Saturday evening we met at Docks for
dinner. Lots of stories were shared and lots of laughs were had
mostly at Sarah's expense. After dinner there was more visiting at
Sheila and Randall's RV around the campfire and a short business
meeting was held there.
A special thanks to Sheila Anderson who
took fantastic pictures and managed to come the
dinner despite a
huge migraine just to take our pictures and then return to Barbara
Booth's place where she and Robert were staying to put her little
aching head on a pillow and totally crash. Sunday we shared a pot
luck breakfast and packed up our things and went home.
It is always an adventure when we have
fun and always rewarding. I think we are all anxiously awaiting our
next outing at Bud Priddy.
After-the-fact 4-wheel driving tip from
Steve Prather: When going downhill in deep mud, TAKE IT OUT OF 4WD.
This will prevent the disconcerting sensation that one's rear end is
trying to pass one's front end. I basically slid down that hill like
a toboggan. Also, it was fun fishing with the many different
fishermen (and they were mostly men) at Reimer's for the white bass
run. Various fly fishers reported that they had done well in the
early morning rain, but in the late morning hours, I gotta tell you,
those bait fishermen were the only ones haulin' them in. I had
forgotten what a neat place Reimer's is – and good for kayak fishing