rbaileydav
06-15-2009, 11:41 AM
Recently I had a business trip that required a meeting in Fayetteville AR and then a meeting a couple days later in Memphis……… so naturally I smiled and told everyone it would work perfectly and managed to get lost along the drive between the two for a day and a half of fishing on the White River in north central Arkansas.
I graduated from the University of Arkansas in Fayetteville AR in 1984, but you can hardly recognize the town now. I was on the hook to take my business associate somewhere good for dinner since I was a former local and was worried that the place I wanted to take him to Herman’s, which was an old razorback tradition when I was there 25 years ago, wouldn’t still be in operation or that they would have torn the old dilapidated building down. But sure enough it was right where it had always been and in the same old small converted house it had been in for the last 50 years. When I stepped inside the old place hadn’t changed a bit which is a great feeling to all of us old guys that love our memories of great meals in places with character. The steaks were as good as I remembered and the personality of the place hadn’t faded at all. Don’t you love it when the good things refuse to modernize and change, they stay as unique and fun as you remember, and that is a rarity in today’s world. But as good as the meal was I was ready to head out of town the next morning and hit the fishing trail. I had fished in college a lot more than I should have so the road out of town toward the better fishing areas held a lot of great memories and I found myself lost in the nostalgia of looking for old landmarks and trying to identify the changes… so the trip passed quickly and I soon found myself pulling into the Rim Shoals Trout Dock. I forget what it is like to be back in the woods of Arkansas … that is until you meet someone who shows that true Arkansas southern heritage … it is impossible to be a stranger at Rim Shoals as they instantly pointed me in the right direction and even told me where to fish the catch and release waters and what to expect with the waters that were supposed to be rising within the early evening hours. She even gave me a phone number to call in case I got stranded on the river and couldn’t get back so they could come and get me. You got to love Arkansas people.
Having not fished the White in 25 years I was a little nervous that I wouldn’t be able to find fish or to catch them if I found em but I rigged my Jennings 5 wt and tied on an old stand by, a pink san juan and hit the river. There was a group of four or five fisherman on the near bank fishing the obvious large hole of water, so I decided to wade across and fish the braided channel on the other side. I cast along almost as an after thought as I picked my way across the current so was amazed when I started catching fish almost immediately. Nice pretty little river rainbows.
http://inlinethumb11.webshots.com/2954/2334579320038253715S500x500Q85.jpg
http://inlinethumb18.webshots.com/43537/2292149590038253715S500x500Q85.jpg
I thought life couldn’t get any better until I got to the other side and saw how fishy the braids looked and the water below the island looked even more productive. This could be a really good evening.
http://inlinethumb56.webshots.com/44599/2224562080038253715S500x500Q85.jpg
http://inlinethumb22.webshots.com/3925/2449919720038253715S500x500Q85.jpg
http://inlinethumb20.webshots.com/45331/2042774440038253715S500x500Q85.jpg
I switched over to a green flashback scud and caught fish consistently the rest of the evening. I was becoming pretty convinced that I was quite the fisherman until I saw this guy in action, who proved to me how much of an amateur I really was.
http://inlinethumb50.webshots.com/13361/2757118300038253715S500x500Q85.jpg
I stopped to take another picture of another fish, and realized how much the water was coming up, so I picked my way back across the river as fast and as safely as I could and called it a night.
http://inlinethumb12.webshots.com/14539/2473560160038253715S500x500Q85.jpg
http://inlinethumb43.webshots.com/42794/2725469960038253715S500x500Q85.jpg
I graduated from the University of Arkansas in Fayetteville AR in 1984, but you can hardly recognize the town now. I was on the hook to take my business associate somewhere good for dinner since I was a former local and was worried that the place I wanted to take him to Herman’s, which was an old razorback tradition when I was there 25 years ago, wouldn’t still be in operation or that they would have torn the old dilapidated building down. But sure enough it was right where it had always been and in the same old small converted house it had been in for the last 50 years. When I stepped inside the old place hadn’t changed a bit which is a great feeling to all of us old guys that love our memories of great meals in places with character. The steaks were as good as I remembered and the personality of the place hadn’t faded at all. Don’t you love it when the good things refuse to modernize and change, they stay as unique and fun as you remember, and that is a rarity in today’s world. But as good as the meal was I was ready to head out of town the next morning and hit the fishing trail. I had fished in college a lot more than I should have so the road out of town toward the better fishing areas held a lot of great memories and I found myself lost in the nostalgia of looking for old landmarks and trying to identify the changes… so the trip passed quickly and I soon found myself pulling into the Rim Shoals Trout Dock. I forget what it is like to be back in the woods of Arkansas … that is until you meet someone who shows that true Arkansas southern heritage … it is impossible to be a stranger at Rim Shoals as they instantly pointed me in the right direction and even told me where to fish the catch and release waters and what to expect with the waters that were supposed to be rising within the early evening hours. She even gave me a phone number to call in case I got stranded on the river and couldn’t get back so they could come and get me. You got to love Arkansas people.
Having not fished the White in 25 years I was a little nervous that I wouldn’t be able to find fish or to catch them if I found em but I rigged my Jennings 5 wt and tied on an old stand by, a pink san juan and hit the river. There was a group of four or five fisherman on the near bank fishing the obvious large hole of water, so I decided to wade across and fish the braided channel on the other side. I cast along almost as an after thought as I picked my way across the current so was amazed when I started catching fish almost immediately. Nice pretty little river rainbows.
http://inlinethumb11.webshots.com/2954/2334579320038253715S500x500Q85.jpg
http://inlinethumb18.webshots.com/43537/2292149590038253715S500x500Q85.jpg
I thought life couldn’t get any better until I got to the other side and saw how fishy the braids looked and the water below the island looked even more productive. This could be a really good evening.
http://inlinethumb56.webshots.com/44599/2224562080038253715S500x500Q85.jpg
http://inlinethumb22.webshots.com/3925/2449919720038253715S500x500Q85.jpg
http://inlinethumb20.webshots.com/45331/2042774440038253715S500x500Q85.jpg
I switched over to a green flashback scud and caught fish consistently the rest of the evening. I was becoming pretty convinced that I was quite the fisherman until I saw this guy in action, who proved to me how much of an amateur I really was.
http://inlinethumb50.webshots.com/13361/2757118300038253715S500x500Q85.jpg
I stopped to take another picture of another fish, and realized how much the water was coming up, so I picked my way back across the river as fast and as safely as I could and called it a night.
http://inlinethumb12.webshots.com/14539/2473560160038253715S500x500Q85.jpg
http://inlinethumb43.webshots.com/42794/2725469960038253715S500x500Q85.jpg