True story, I launched around dawn on Bastrop and, casting a little frog-like popper, hooked up on cast #1
It was considerably more work getting the next handful though. So many coots around! Do you think they spook the bass with all their flapping about?
My biggest fish, which was a respectable 4-5 pounder, was a total freebie: while working a wormish-looking bunny strip fly back to the yak, I put down the rod for a second, and suddenly the line started moving fast! Hookup!
And a reminder to work that kind of fly really slow, letting it drop.
However, both Somerville and Fayette skunked me! Dang, on past experience I would have thought these Texas bass lakes were inexhaustible and idiot-proof. Somerville was cold and murky (turnover?), without a weed in sight. How do you fish it?? I worked timber at the fringes and cast along Nails Creek borders. With more time and energy, I would have checked out Yegua Creek, but with signs so discouraging, I went hiking instead.
Not hooking up at Fayette on a calm, warm Sunday evening was a shocker for me, as my last trip there in April went over two dozen strikes. What gives? But of course conditions change. "Thees ees fishing, not mathematics," as an Argentine pal once told me. What a bummer when the sum total is zero though!