The Home Water-Loy Lake

Now that I'm an orphan (daughter and her family moved to Houston, other daughter off to TCU, senior son never ever ever home, Zach in Denton, Tam out of town, both of those @#$*&$# dogs gone to their new home) I took the opportunity to spend a quiet evening on Loy Lake. Loy Lake is a remnant of the FDR era, the WPW to be exact, and was once the gathering place for local teenagers. There was,at one time, a dance floor built on piers out over the upper end of the lake, a concession stand, and a swimming platform. Now, the old girl lies alone and mostly untouched. This day, however, there were a few other visitors. One guy launched his bass buddy, and while he was parking the trailer, a rogue gust blew his little craft out into the middle of the lake. Good neighbor Sam here paddled my trusty kayak to the drifting vessel, and like a modern day Captain Cook took her captive and towed her to shore (under paddle power, I might add). The fishing was pretty slow, as one would expect for early evening in August on topwaters. I caught about six in the six-inch range, and then some "smaller" ones. Greens, redbellies, a bluegill, and some shellcrackers. No basses, no carps. Oh-and all those ads that tell you a Native Ultimate is safe to stand in to fish-don't believe it. Perhaps if you are a gymnast or ballet dancer guy you could pull it off, but I do know that you can't stand to attend the calls of nature. Had it not been for a nearby Bud Light can, the situation would have grown desperate. Thank God for the penchant of Grayson county residents to litter a beautiful old work of art with their empties. The rod is a fairly new TFO six-weight that I bought in Broken Bow last year when I forgot my trout stick, the reel is an old Hardy Marquis 7/8 that I bought years ago as my northern pike reel when we lived in Montana. The line is a Mastery trout floating 6 weight. The fly of the day was a black rubber spider in the rocks.

http://www.co.grayson.tx.us/Special/LoyLake/LoyLake.htm