This has nothing to do with's a fishing story (and a marriage story, kinda)

While in Santa Fe a while back we (my wife Barb and I) decided to try fly fishing in New Mexico.  But first a little about our fishing experience. We are experienced fishermen and we fish the Galveston bay system probably 60 days a year.  We fish primarily in Galveston West Bay and in  shallow water 1? -3? deep. Our usual targets are speckled trout and redfish. We will often find some undesirables on the end of our line.. fish like shark, gafftop, ladyfish, sting rays, etc. My wife had never tried fly fishing before and my only prior fly fishing experience was about an hour trying to learn to fly rod cast in Laguna Madre about 10 years ago (unfortunately it was late at night and there was beer involved so I didn’t learn much).

We decided we needed professional assistance (and we are sure glad we did!). We spend many weeks a year in Santa Fe and we were familiar with High Desert Anglers on Cerrillos Road. I put in a call to them and they were very helpful and willing to take on two fly fishing novices. We booked a trip for the Pecos River.

We had the good fortune to be assigned to an experienced guide, Jim Jones. Mr. Jones is as nice a guy as you’d want to meet.  We met at 8am at the shop and got fitted for our waders and other gear which all seemed to be in very good condition. We hopped in Jim’s truck and took the ride to the Pecos River private water we had booked. In about an hour we were putting our gear on and walking the river bank heading to a spot to wade in. Prior to our hike Jim showed us the basics of fly casting and he did a great job of simplifying things with very easy to follow tips. I have fished with many guides over the years and here I was having been with a guide for almost 2 hours already and he hasn’t yet called anyone an idiot, that was a good sign.

After a short hike we wade into the Pecos River. Remember please, we’re from Houston and the 58 degree water felt mighty cold and mighty nice.

We were a little surprised that the water was flowing as strongly as it was. If you waded into a 2 ft deep spot the water could exert a lot of pressure on you. So please keep in mind that my wife needs the waders on to get up to 100lbs and for her the water current was a battle all day.

We wade into the middle of the stream with a plan to wade into the current, cast into the current and let the fly drift back. About the second or third cast the water boils up and Barb misses her first fly fishing trout! The technique for actually hooking a fly fish is opposite the technique for the artificial lure fishing we do in Galveston, that was a surprise to us. Fortunately a few minutes later I got a bite and managed to land a small brown trout, my first fly fishing catch.

That’s the good news, the bad news is Barb has not caught a fish yet and our guide makes it his personal mission in life to make sure she does. She’d had a number of strikes so far but was unable to land anything. Being the gentleman that I am (and also because Jim told me to) I let Barb and Jim go ahead so they could have the “fresh” water to work. Barb had some more opportunities but still no hook-ups.

I guess I got impatient in the back and when Jim wanted Barb to re-rig and fish a deeper hole I decided to go ahead of them and explore the new water. It all went well for a minute or two. I got to a deep spot and decided to climb a few rocks in order to get to a perfect, trout looking spot ahead.  I climbed up the rock and as I stepped down on the other side my knee went out (old basketball injury). I went down like I was shot. Bounced off the rock and now horizontal, half in the water and half out… but I was facing up stream and my waders were filling up fast! I gotta tell you it was not a fun event. I felt like I was being dragged under water. I was clinging to the rock like I was on the edge of Everest. I managed to pull myself onto a flat spot, waders filled with 58 degree water, and look back down stream. What do I see? Barb and Jim pretty much laughing at me. They claim they were shouting, trying to see if I needed help, but they sure weren’t heading my direction! They claim this all happened in about 18 inches of water but by my memory it was about 10 feet deep!

I emptied my waders and onward we moved upstream. Barb had a few more opportunities but was unable to land her first fly fish. I had another hook up that didn’t get landed.

All the while our guide, Mr. Jones, was helpful and good spirited. We didn’t catch many fish but we had a great time. The weather was as spectacular as the the scenery and spending a half day walking up a beautiful river is hard to beat. Even with my near death experience it was a perfect day on the river.

And, oh yea, did I mention that the camera Barb told me not to bring was in my waders when I fell in? That didn’t go over well. Uhhh, no pictures for this post.