You just have to love our great state of Texas. We have endless praires, beautiful beaches, rolling hills, vertical mountains, lakes galore, coast lines that go on forever, and rivers that will take your breath away. If you're a outdoorsman, Texas has you covered, from trophy white tail, to blue marlin, Texas has it all. I was lucky enough to get off for a couple days and headed up to New Braunfels. Between here and Sargent we saw axis deer, black buck antelope, fallow deer, white tail, turkey, and javelin, and that was just on the short drive up. Once you take a right off of 46 onto River Road, it's like a whole new world. After I take that right turn, all my problems just fade away. The blue bonetts are in full bloom, road runners are searching for for food, the deer are feeding on the new spring forge, it's just beautiful. Once we reach our cabin at Rio Guadalupe it's like heaven. The view from the back is like something God himself painted. Emaculant green turf , leading to a crystal clear tail water river, with a sheer vertical rock cliff on the other side, what could be better. Enough of my literary escapeds, let's talk about why I'm really here, to catch fish. If I said I came up here just to catch fish, I would be lying. As you all know, I'm a fisherman, my goal is to catch fish, and to this end, I am a success. It doesn't matter if I'm catching blue gill with night crawlers under a bobber, or catching whaoo on high speed jets 100+ miles offshore, fishing is fishing. If anyone measures there fishing in numbers or size, they are missing the point. Fishing is about the experience, the getting back to nature, the thrill of the hunt, the beauty that surrounds us. I try to tell myself that I came here to catch rainbow trout, on a 5wt fly rod, with a 6x tippet "3.4lb test for the layman ", with flys I tied myself under a illuminated magnifying glass, but that's a lie, I came here just to be. Did I catch fish? Of course I did, more then I can count , but that's just a bonus. Sure, most of them are smaller than what I usually use for bait, and I spend hours in freezing cold water, and casting until my arm is about to fall off, but it doesn't matter when I open my eyes and see what's around me. How do you measure your success? If it's in numbers, or inches, or pounds, I feel sorry for you. Don't measure you happiness is what you're online friends think about you, measure it in what you think of yourself. Enough of my rambling, here's some pictures. 
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