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I parlayed the trip down to Leeville for the Slamboree into a week of work on Grand Isle. Blake came down to fish on Sunday, unfortunately the wind that morning was relentless and forced an early exit from the water for us.

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The wind let up a bit after lunch and I made my way to Elmer’s to see if I pick up a few trout in the surf. I caught some trout, mostly throwbacks, but the highlight of the day was this juvenile Jack Crevalle that came on the fly rod.

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The next day meant the start of my work week and I found myself on an island full of these little guys.

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The tides were low and falling fast and had these little hermit crabs exposed on all the tidal flats. Low tides also meant potentially good sight fishing, so that evening I went back to where Blake and I had planned to fish and with better conditions I was able to boat three reds between 18-22″ long. They were tagged and released to fight another day.

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The next island I worked on was full of these black skimmers. They had a large nesting colony not too far from where we docked the boats. Most of their chicks had been fledged, but a few were still too small, including one stubborn guy who plopped down right in our work area.

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A storm forced us off the island a bit early, but fear not, that just led to more specks in the surf – this time off of Grand Isle itself.

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That concludes another fun filled week on the island. It must seem like I don’t do a whole lot of work while I’m down there, but I’m actually putting in roughly sixty hour work weeks while I’m down there. I’ve realized that the extra twenty hours I work is the time I had set aside to update the blog, so forgive the dead air.

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Amanda and I took a somewhat last minute, short notice road trip over the Independence Day holiday to the Texas Hill Country, where we stayed in a cabin outside of Fredericksburg. We set out after work Wednesday evening and made it to the cabin REAL early Thursday morning, driving in the dark from about Houston westward. Over the last 1.5 hours of the drive we counted about 62 deer passed on the road, which was both exciting and a little nerve racking.

We woke up Thursday morning and stepped outside on our deck to a pretty impressive view, where we were soon joined by a couple of hungry deer. The reason we had a view was that our cabin actually sat on the ridge that separates the Pedernales and Guadalupe watersheds.

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Thursday was spent in and around Fredericksburg just playing tourist. The downtown historic district was pretty cool, but I think Amanda got the biggest kick when we got back to the cabin. We chatted with the owner who lives on site and he invited us over to come see the baby skunks and fawn they had been raising. The skunks had just been descented so they were okay to handle and the fawn had lost its mother, so they were bottle feeding it back to health. Amanda is not much of an
“animals as pets” person, she loves them at a distance, so it was fun to watch her pet the skunk and the deer. We ended the day in true American fashion with steaks on the grill. Admittedly we didn’t go see any fireworks on the 4th, opting to stay in and watch them on TV.

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On Friday I convinced Amanda to head to the South Llano with me so that I could try and catch a Guadalupe bass while I was within their native range. The state fish of Texas, they are only found in the Hill Country region, think of them like a Texas brook trout. The South Llano was a pretty river, much wider and deeper than I thought it would be, at least in parts, which made wading a little tough. It really looked like big largemouth territory though I didn’t catch any. I caught a few Guadalupe bass, 9″ was the biggest, and lots of different sunfish, which was a nod to how diverse the river is. I also got to see the Rio Grande cichlid in it’s native environment while I watched pairs of them protect their spawning beds.

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Neither of us had really ever visited the Texas Hill Country (sure I’ve been to Schlitterbahn in New Braunfels, but that hardly counts) so the landscape was a pretty stark contrast to what we were use to. The hills are covered in short, stubby Texas live oak and prickly pear cactus, it was almost like being in a different country as I walked back to the car.

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We headed back to Fredericksburg via US 290 and had to do a double take as we passed a herd of deer under some trees. They weren’t the normal white tailed deer we had been seeing, they had to be something exotic, I know the ranches have plenty of exotics. We just couldn’t put our finger on what exotic they were. Some locals tried to tell us they were Axis Deer, but their antlers looked more like Reindeer to us, I’m still not really sure what we saw, but there is a large herd of them under some trees on a ranch outside of Harper.

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We capped the day at Old Tunnel State Park, where we got to see the bat emergence. No good pictures were taken as it was close to 9pm, but imagine a swirling vortex of millions of bats leaving an old tunnel and flying downhill just over the tree tops – a pretty cool sight to behold.

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Saturday we decided to take a trip over to Enchanted Rock to do a little hiking. Enchanted Rock, like Stone Mountain in Georgia, is a huge granite batholith. Enchanted Rock though is a bit further from civilization and by default, less touristy. Don’t get me wrong there were plenty of tourists there (including us), but  Stone Mountain is like the Gatlinburg of Atlanta, you’ll just have to check it out for yourself. I like to imagine Enchanted Rock being more like Uluru out in Australia, landscape and all. We hiked to the top, then came down and made a loop around the rock. It was a nice hike that got pretty hot toward the end. I failed to mention so far that the weather was awesome the entire time we were there. Highs were in the mid 90s, but lows were mid 60s – mornings were very pleasant.

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We stopped for lunch in Fredericksburg where I had some killer enchiladas at Mahaley’s Cafe. Then we headed over to the Pedernales Brewing Company for a tour and some beer. Wore out from our hike, we napped at the cabin after that and finished the trip with another solid meal at Alamo Springs Cafe – one of the best burgers I’ve ever had.

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On the way back to the cabin I had to stop for a picture with this agave, as you can see it was a pretty impressive size. We also ran into some more deer. As we came to find out, the Hill Country has a deer problem. We counted over 260 deer during our stay there.

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Sunday we woke up and hit the road for the long trek back to Baton Rouge. We really had a lot of fun on our trip to Texas. If you are looking for lodging in the area, I can safely recommend the Walnut Canyon Cabins near Alamo Springs. Dave and Laurie were incredible hosts and the cabins were the perfect getaway for just the two of us.

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Spent a long weekend in Grand Isle and for the first time ever I wasn’t down there primarily to fish. I was actually down there to work. It was my first time doing oil spill clean up, but, as my luck would have it, working conditions remained unfavorable nearly the entire time I was there, providing me with more than enough time to fish, and wouldn’t you know it the company just so happens to have rented a camp on the water for the crew to stay out of. The weather, which started crappy, turned out to be pretty awesome as well, so win-win for this guy!

I made it down Friday with enough time to hit the beach for some surf fishing. The wind was rough when I first made it out there, but as the evening progressed it calmed. And as is normally the case in June, the speck fishing was great where you could find good looking water. I wouldn’t say nearly every cast, but the catching was steady enough to keep me out there until dark. Unfortunately there weren’t too many keeper size out of the bunch, but there were a couple fish that just flat broke me off. I thought they might have been bull reds and as it got dark I had the pleasure of experiencing something I’ve only seen on YouTube, a redfish blitz! A school of bulls was crashing bait within casting range of the shore and a few other folks fishing down the beach were hooked up. I was ill-equipped throwing the popping cork, but I still tried. I even had a couple hit the cork itself, but none ever touched the Gulp! 4″ swimming mullet that was underneath. Outfishes live bait my ass! It was still amazing to witness.

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Saturday morning a front moved through and rained out work. After the rain subsided I headed back to the surf. It was still up and waves were still gnarly, but fish were still there. The fishing was slower than the day before, but once I switched from a popping cork to a slow retrieved double speck rig it picked up. Size was similar to the day before with only a few keepers brought to hand, but I had enough specks to keep me happy. I headed back to the camp for lunch and to gameplan for the afternoon.

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I figured a trip to Grand Isle wouldn’t be the same without bringing the kayak down, so I decided to launch into the bay to see if I could hunt down some reds. Winds were light at first and allowed me to sight fish a nice red with my fly rod of nearly 28″, but they picked up throughout the afternoon and made paddling pretty tough and fly fishing downright impossible. At times it felt like I was always paddling upwind, but I was able to find a few places that provided some cover and because tides were low, I was still able to sight fish. I ended up keeping three that were perfect eating size and releasing two other upper slot reds. So despite the lousy conditions I felt I had a pretty good day.

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I knew the forecast looked really nice for Sunday, but I assumed that there wasn’t even a chance I’d fish because I was sure we’d have to make up for lost time Saturday. Well, apparently the island we were working on had so much rain that the ground was super saturated and was nightmare for data collection, so it was called around lunch and I had time to fish the afternoon. I headed straight to the surf, but this time I was able to launch the kayak and try a different area that might hold bigger trout. I tried topwater because conditions seemed perfect, but didn’t even get a look. Same with the popping cork. Started slow rolling a jig and began picking up hits nearly every cast. Just like when I was wade fishing though the specks were mainly small with a few keepers here and there. The action was so consistent I couldn’t leave that spot – even when swimmers showed up, I just fished around them.

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Soon I got a tremendous strike, it was the trout I was after. I felt the slow head shake of a big trout and after not long into the fight the fish came off. I was a bit heartbroken, but what can you do? Not long after the tide went from incoming to falling, I have never actually noticed it change like that, I guess because I’m always fishing the marsh, but this was like someone flipped a switch. Fish quit hitting where I was fishing and I was having trouble staying in my spot, so I headed in to wade fish. I grabbed the fly rod and started picking up trout on a dropper-popper rig with every fish landed on the dropper. I did have some fish come out of the water for the popper, but I was never able to get a hook in them. I was actually able to land specks over 14″ on both the fly rod and the kayak so I had them weighed over at Bridge Side for the CCA STAR tournament. I know they won’t place but they still do the raffle in each division and after winning it last year it seems foolish to not enter it again.

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Monday was my last day down there and wouldn’t you know it work was the same as the day before. We drove all the way out to this island only to turn around and head back in because conditions were the same, but I ain’t complaining, I had another afternoon to fish. This time I launched at the camp and headed out to the bay from there. I was seeing reds, but I wasn’t making the casts I needed to make. Finally I got a nice 27″ red to eat a fly and I noticed he had this bright red fin. When I got him in the boat it looked to be inflamed from sea lice, I’m guessing he was fresh out the ocean to be in that condition. I tagged him and let him go. I missed a few more opportunities at fish before finally sticking an 18″er on the way back to camp. It wasn’t a banner day, but that didn’t really matter, I was down in Grand Isle fishing on a Monday – that never happens!

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