It’s kind of strange how once you get up to 100 degrees, it doesn’t really matter exactly where the thermometer lies beyond that. 101. 103, 108,..they’re all just hot.
With this in mind we headed out to one of the few rivers around Austin that has any flowing water in it, the life saving San Marcos. The idea of cool spring water flowing around my lower extremities was definitely the motivating factor behind taking the family there, but i have to admit that the possibility of fly fishing for the first time in a couple of weeks sure sweetened the trip.
After dealing with quite a few people including a large man that was rudely insistent on borrowing my wives cell phone despite, the fact that he was dripping with water, having just come out of the river, we decided to head for some place that might provide refuge from the throngs of Skin Cancer Patients. Once the isolated park bench was found a half mile downriver, we tossed bratwurst on the Coleman grill, sliced the Petit Basque and all took turns doing whatever made us happy. Needless to say when it came my turn, i grabbed the 2WT, a Sneakey Pete, my son Paolo, and waded for an area that i had seen a couple of Large-mouth splashing around in over the last half hour.
It wasn’t more than a couple of casts before i had a small Bluegill on. I quickly thrust the rod into Paolo’s hands so that we could work on his gentle retrieval of a sporting fish.
After seeing the joy on his face i decided that i should find that feeling as quickly as i could for myself. After spotting a nice deep hole along a grass bed i lobbed the inanimate popper into the plant life. SMACK. Suddenly a nice little Large-mouth was dancing in strange pirrouetes across the surface of the water. 
This despite the fact that flotilla after flotilla was floating by within a couple feet of this pool.
Not one of the largest fish caught recently, but considering how little effort it took to find, and the wonderful fight it put up, it was a good return on my investment…so to speak.
