March 2015….In like a lion and out with a Brockenhammer
I struggle at times writing this report. I refuse to sugar coat or lie about the happenings down here on the border. Has this approach cost me some jobs? You bet your ass it has. What I am about to write about this past guide trip to Sugar Lake will probably cost me some jobs in the not so distant future as well. It is what it is and I will take my lumps and medicine like a man….that much I can promise you.
My Boyzzzzz from Illinoiszzzzz got in Sunday afternoon and we headed out on Falcon to get a few bites under our belt before heading to Sugar Lake. We hit the Velero gas station and I bumped into two gentlemen that leave their boat at Sugar quite a bit. I gave them a hard time about Not being at Sugar. They told Vaughn in Broken English that they had caught two fish at Sugar Lake over the weekend for a tournament. I laughed it off and told Vaughn that they must have meant FALCON and not SUGAR. Sooooooooo off to Falcon we go and Brock got us on the board quickly, but not a lot else was happening and we put it on the trailer after fishing a couple hours with minimal action. We get up bright and early to head off to Sugar Monday morning. we get to Sugar and launch the boat around 9:00. We fish to til 3:45. We boated 2 fish and maybe have 4 other bites. I drop them off so that they can go get some grub, shower and rest up. I went back out to see if I could get a deep crankbait or crig bite up and running. Noooooo dice. The areas that I had some damn good success with last week were all chalked up due to the nasty wind we have been having down here. I could not for the life of me find clean good looking water until today with the help of Mr. Jimmy Behnken. I finally got into some great water in the last hour and half of their trip. Did we boat any walruses? nope……did we have chances? We sure did and that’s a lot more than we can say about Monday’s adventure. I love my boyzzzzzz and it really kills me to have em come down here for an absolute turd fest of a fishing trip. Did it prevent my man Brock and I from having a kick ass time? Nope……Vaughn talks about him being a “black cloud” when he comes down. Meh…..I don’t believe in that shit. What I believe in is fishing and Mother Nature……both can be one MEAN S.O.B.
We had some tough fishing this March and arguably the worst March of my guiding career. Even with all the gloom and doom we still had some magic. I want to thank all of you that spent your hard earned money to come see me this March whether it was a banner day or a terrible day. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate your business.
April Fools will be spent on Falcon Lake with my man Tony and Don. They are bringing a guest tomorrow as well for a lil Falcon Lake fun. I will post the happenings tomorrow night. It’s 11:31…..time for bed.