Ever since my addiction to fly fishing started i have found myself making a majority of the decisions in my life based on how they might either increase or decrease the amount of time i get to spend in (or on) the water. While many folks close to me have doubtlessly noticed this, surely nobody is more aware of my priorities than my family. For years a large majority of our family outings have centered in some part (if not entirely) around playing on the banks of rivers and creeks, or paddling and floating whatever option might be at hand. While there is an undeniable sense of self interest looming here, it must be said that for nine months of the year around central Texas, cooling off in the water is one of the only ways to not melt in the heat.  Plus, we have seen a lot (and i do mean a LOT) of nature around central Texas that we might otherwise not have experienced.


However, even though we had visited many amazing places as a family to accommodate the over arching criteria mentioned above (water), there was no denying that my selfishness was keeping us from one spot that my wife had been asking to visit for years, Enchanted Rock State Park.

My lack of enthusiasm to visit the park over the years was due in large part to the fact that web search after web search returned practically nothing, and what did come back made any chance of fishing in the park sound just a shade shy of impossible. Still, i realized that my strangle hold on our adventures should have expired long ago, and it was with a happy heart that i recently packed the car to venture off to the dome, with an extra grin working the corners of my lips as i tossed in my rod and a few fishing loose ends, just in case.


Once there, and after working our way 425 feet up to the crest of the mammoth pink granite rock we ended up with an amazing panoramic view of the Hill Country spread out before us. From that vantage point it was easy to spot the water that was calling both my rod and my curiosity, Moss Lake.

To keep it short and get to the point, after years of wondering, my curiosity was assuaged, there are fish there. Even though the weather up until then had been unseasonably cold, and the wind was howling so hard it nearly blew us off the top of the rock, i managed to catch a few sunfish and a small bass (out of focus below) in the 30 minutes i had before my son tired of getting whipped around in the extremely hostile wind and asked if we could please go.

Suffice to say, if you live around the central Texas area, and have been putting off visiting here because you’ve thought (like i did) that there’s no fishing fun to be had, pack a rod and the family and get out there before the summer heat does.

I know that this seldom happens this way, but it was great to give up my interests, allow someone else theirs and still have it all work out in the end for everyone (maybe only because i didn’t expect anything).

What did i learn from this? One, it’s not always about me and my desires. Two, always pack a fly rod.