The fishing team got a hot tip that if one were to go to the hinterlands of Austin, to the sprawling suburbs, that behind a certain big box store there was a rainwater runoff settling pond, and that within that pond were some of the most voracious bass in town.
So of course we all got together and put our fly rods together, and piled into the Big C’s Kia for the long expedition.
You might notice that this post does not have any pictures of fish in it.
We wet our lines for an hour and a half, even going so far as to explore a nearby creek that had some promising populations of green sunfish in sporadic pools. But then it started to rain and we had to make a mad dash for the Kia’s parking spot, back by the big box store’s loading bays and dumpsters.
So the moral of the story is that sometimes you can’t believe the stories that other fishermen drop on you.
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