The land of ice and fire? The land of salmon? I don't know what to call this place. The love of my beautiful big booty wife and two sweet princesses keeps me coming back to H-town....but damn. A little piece of my heart is forever in those mountains. Hard to imagine I won't be back in Alaska at some point.....
Let's be honest, I've done a pretty shitty job in terms of giving this page the TLC it deserves. Here is a window into my soul and glimpse of a very special trip that had a major impact on my life. My girls and I visiting family in THE Portland, Oregon. It was my first trip to the Pacific Northwest, my first visit to a legal dispensary, my first steelhead, and my first steelhead swinging dries with a spey rod (humble brag or whatever). We also flew with Ave, who was barely one at the time; It was totally doable and worth it. Without further adieu......
I am haunted by two cutthroat trout that I watched rise from the depths of a pooled up Rocky Mountain creek and sip dries, only to yank the fly out of their mouths on both occasions...
There are not too many places in Texas left like this. Unspoiled. Uncorrupted. Rugged. Naturally beautiful. Nothing I write can do this place justice. As me and Chris pulled off the river, we both agreed that no one would ever fully understand the gravity of how REAL our three nights and four days were. We got bit, and hard..from the moment we slid our yaks into the crystal clear water of the Devils River. This river is a pathway into a place that few people will ever get to see. From good quality fish to a rising river in the dark on our last night, the Devils River was both very challenging (more so than I expected) and highly rewarding.
I am a passionate outdoorsman with over 25 years of hunting and fishing experience across the state of TX.