I just got back from two weeks of glorious fly fishing on the San Saba River, and strangely enough, never heard a single rifle crack the whole time. Saw tons of turkey and deer... and mobs of hunters in town on weekend days. But even though in prime deer hunting territory, never heard a single shot. Cool!
I was "camping" in style... staying at the ranch of a friend who's a temporary bachelor at the moment, just two overgrown boys and a big ol' dog. The spread is situated right on the very headwaters of the spring-fed San Saba, which sports beautiful clear water and is loaded with fish. This is between Junction and San Angelo, very remote and peaceful. And since he's an astronomy buddy, we had a 22-inch telescope for night time fun, and an h-alpha solar rig for observing the transit of Mercury. The birding was fantastic too, tons of Green Kingfishers and Vermillion Flycatchers on the river.
Yeah, Tod, back to reality... you ain't whistlin' dixie!
