Adventure Location: Lake Amistad, Del Rio, Texas
Rolling Date No Later Than: Feb. 1, 2013
As usual lately the morning started cool and wet. So the OFM just did not do anything worthwhile until nearly lunch time when we headed for Whataburger. By the time we left Whataburger, the sun was screaming at us and the temps were climbing fast.
Back at the Castle this weather change gave us a chance to so some needed exterior maintenance that will be in a later blog. By the time the chores were finished the temps were just right to go fishing.
The walk from the Diablo East parking lot to the point of rock from yesterday’s blog is long. Coming back up the hill it is LONGGGG.
But the Fishing Team made it safely without any bloodletting to our surprise. The footing is loose but with care not really difficult. The new soft tackle box is working out very well and certainly is large enough for our needs.
As we were getting set up at the water’s edge, a sailboat motoring into the harbor was noticed. The wind was very brisk from the harbor toward the sailboat. The harbor has offset breakwaters made of large tires. Just after the sailboat passed the first jetty the motor quit. Within a few seconds it seemed, the wind pushed the sailboat up against the jetty tires. It was a lot better than the boulders down at Port Aransas. This pic is just before they hit the jetty.
The man was heard to say OOPS we are out of gas or something of that sort. There was a lot of hollering between his female crew and him during the next few minutes. Apparently he found some more gas somewhere because after a few minutes the motor started again and they made it the hundred feet to the mooring slip. It was interesting to see a twenty six feet +/- sailboat with an under powered outboard work its way of the windward side of the jetty.
The OFM somehow accidentally managed to land two small largemouth bass. The first one was 19” long and put up a good fight. It was caught on a reddish plastic worm.
The second largemouth bass was caught on a green with metal flakes plastic worm. It measured 17” long. This one was caught way out in the lake just after a long cast so we had a few minutes of fighting to get it to the land for its photograph.
Between those two fat fish the filets would have lasted for four meals. We fished for a while more but the tummy was complaining about no food lately so we had to pack it in and head UP that HILL (mountain) to the Truck. It took the OFM three (yep counted them) rest stops to get back to the Truck.
It was a nice day all in all. And it was definitely a wonderful day of trying to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM.