Gonna spend some time with the devil…

LOL – I love catchy titles, especially when all the budget is put into the title and the show is a let down. Now for the let down – I am not going to spend anytime with the devil; at least not on my own consent. We are going to Devils River and Lake Amistad for a vacation.

My in-laws have a place down there, and I am finally getting to go. I have heard nothing but great stuff about the fishing and swimming down there. So I hope to do alot of both. So, I’ll be out of pocket for a little while and I’ll try to get some good pics to upload when I get back. You know – the usual ones of me in a two piece bikini. LOL

Some interesting things I have learned about Devils River and Amistad:

The Devil’s River is a little known jewel of a river in Southwest Texas. The river flows clear, clean and cold. It is an unpressured fishery full of desert smallmouth bass, largemouth bass, bream, catfish, and carp. The river is highly protected by adjacent land owners and angler’s wishing to keep the river secret. The Devil’s River is one of the toughest, most demanding floats in Texas. It is truely a wilderness float that will test the most hardened adventurer.

To fish and explore this river, one must know a landowner, fish at the State Natural Area, or put in at Baker’s Crossing and commit to the treacherous twenty-something miles to one or two outfitters who will offer a full day shuttle back to a vehicle at Baker’s Crossing.

On its long route thirty-two tributaries disembogue into it, including Dolan Creek, where Dolan Falls is formed, Dark Canyon, Dead Mans Creek, and Satan Canyon. The path of Devils River sharply dissects massive limestone and traverses wash deposits of sand, gravel, and mud on flat terrain. The area’s generally dark, calcareous, stony clays and clay loams support oak, juniper, grasses, mesquite, and water-tolerant hardwoods and conifers. In 1590 Gaspar Castaño de Sosa,qv a Spanish explorer, traveled along the river and called it Laxas, meaning “slack” or “feeble.” Later travelers and settlers called the river San Pedro. In the 1840s Texas Ranger captain John Coffee (Jack) Haysqv asked the name of the river as he stood before one of its deep canyons. Upon hearing its name, he reportedly replied that it looked more like the Devil’s river than Saint Peter’s. The stream was well known to early travelers because it allowed access from north to south through rugged canyonland, and it offered water. East-west expeditions followed its banks as far as possible before striking out into the desert.

…and we’ll end with a weird story…I’ll let you know if I find one of her relatives…http://www.mysteriouspeople.com/Wolf_Girl.htm

Here is to some mind clearing, fishing, sun soaking, water logged, song inspiring time away from the bump and grind – out in God’s country.