Pia walked up with a glowing smile. “You must be TJ”. “How’d you know? Did Lisa tell you how ugly looking I was?” I replied. “No silly, you are pulling a boat,” she said with a grin. Thus began the Water Valley Lodge adventure.
A brawny man walked up as I parked the rig. “I’m Jake, I want to take you to the pond and see what you think.” A fifteen-minute ride revealed he was also tracking game out the window. It came naturally to him as Jimmy Houston casting under a dock.
The pond looked wonderful. Approximately 10-acres of flooded timber reflected some high timber that had yet to fall.
Jake thought the dirt ramp might be too much of a challenge for the Highlander. He quickly hooked my boat to his truck to insure an easy haul-out. This was typical of their accommodating style at Water Valley Lodge.
The fishing began in earnest the next morning. Wade Bourne of Wired2Fish and Ducks Unlimited fame was my first guest. He fished a swimming jig while I cast a Road Runner. We lost count after twenty or so bass. Bourne won “big fish” with a bass of nearly eight pounds.
A hearty lunch followed a few hunting and fishing stories at the lodge. Glynn Harris joined me on the pond. The conditions started to change. The winds began to shift direction. We kept up and managed 22-bass to five pounds.
Later, the Water Valley Lodge threw down a wonderful dinner. One writer had three servings of their peach cobbler. We retired to our cabins with our bellies full. Sleep came quickly. Turkeys, wild hogs, and black bass; strutted, snorted and swam through our dreams. (Part 1 of 2) Blessings, -tj