By Ben Christensen, The Old Republic Journal
Where the first precious spring-fed trickle rises in the northernmost head of a rugged, juniper-choked canyon, there is a remote place of dramatic natural beauty. There is water here, much of it tucked out of sight from well-used walking trails. About two hours from the nearest metropolis, this rugged, public Texas property is a perennial favorite of weekend visitors for much of the year. Yet its cold, clear pockets remain almost completely ignored by fly anglers.
From what I can tell, it occurs to almost no one that this drainage constitutes a legitimate fishing destination. Its varied waters fish delightfully well—a fact that might surprise any fly-angler the first time a big, hungry largemouth comes to hand after a pole-bending scrap.
