Fishing Trip for 2013
Posted by Pete | Posted in News | Posted on 05-02-2013
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Well, the Hester boys (and one Denton and one Trower, but they are Hester’s) have decided we need another fish trip. Last year it was up to Platoro, Co from May 31 to June 3rd, opening weekend for the Gold Pan Acres Cabins and RV Parking Camp. And it could happen again this year. But, this year the final decision has not been made as to where we will go. One of the options is the Glen Canyon Dam Reservoir at Page, Az and renting a houseboat large enough to accommodate the whole clan. Now, it will cost us a dad-blamed fortune to do that, but when it comes to fishing we don’t seem to “clam” up our wallets…..Geez, have you priced a fishing lure lately. They are high…. You lose one and you almost want to dive in to look for it. But on Glen Canyon I figure we may do more playing than fishing, but maybe not, and it is so deep you will not get hung up in the brush. So, we might save money on lures….If we go back to Platoro I hope for a couple of things. One, that they have done some work on the rub-board gravel roads…..Two, that we will go up a little later in the year so it will not be so dog-gone cold. One can not beat the fishing that we had last year…It was terrific…What about it guys…What are some of the other options? We are not ready for the quality waters up on the San Juan, are we??? Probably not.
Number three grandson is saying some choice words about his flat tire at Gold Pan Acres Cabin, Platoro, Co, in June, 2012….
Oh! the beauty of retirement living when one has the time to spend nine months planning for a fishing trip that last for only one week! Have fun whereever you all decide to go. Gad! You mean there is fishing in New Mexico! That was another of my main surprises when I first arrived at Kirtland AFB. Even there, I was unable to get away from the fish stories. In retrospect, it was fun listening to Sarge talk about the fight that that ole trout gave him on the Pecos when I didn’t even know where the Pecos River was at the time. To me, the Pecos was only a river out of the pages of a Zane Grey novel or the screens of a Hollywood Western. These fish stories made New Mexico come alive for me when I could only look out at my surroundings around the Goat Farm and Kirtland and see only desert desolation, mesquite, and tumbling, tumbling tumbleweed straight out of my Zane Grey novel, but there were always those lovely, yet strangely beautiful Monsano and Sandia Mountains in the distance, beckoning me to come because just beyond them (for many, many miles) was my beloved, lush, green Alabama. The vast, emptiness of Texas (and Oklahoma) may lie in between, but these stories built the bridge, not to nowhere, but homeward bound during my accliimation period before I really began to appreciate this “enchanted land”.
Our fishing locations are not as plentiful as you have in Arkansas and Alabama, but we do have our spots. Black River down round Carlsbad runs underground on most of it’s trip from the Guadulupes to the Pecos River. It does come up in a few spots and has some good fishing on it. An outsider would probably never find our fishing spots on it and there are other secluded places on other “rivers” that probably only a New Mexician knows or cares about. We do care about fishing and we, or a lot of us New Mexicans, do fish. People come from all over the nation for the quality fishing waters on the San Juan River up near Farmington.