You are looking at the net results of our most recent search on Lake Amistad for the gear that was taken from us by the June 20th flood on the Pecos River. Dan and I went back to the same area on Lake Amistad where his cameras had been found the week before, floating in a water-proof Pelican case. We were hoping to find our kayaks in the same vicinity, but this was all we came up with.
I have to warn you first that what you are about to see and read isn’t pretty, but it is instructive if you ever lose anything on a river, something I know a thing or two about. The gear had been in the water about 60 days when we pulled it out of a canebrake in the lake, and it didn’t hold up very well.
Some of gear you see was found in a dry bag that turned out to not be so dry. There was also a bunch of lures and assorted plastics in a Plano Speedbag, although they didn’t look too good. Apparently being submerged in water for long periods of time is bad for plastic fishing lures. Go figure. The kayak paddle was found nearby as well and although it had a thick crust of baked on river mud, it was in good shape otherwise.
All the gear we found belonged to Scott, who stashed his dry bag in the same crevice as us, 12 feet above the river. We were glad to return his things but not surprised that some of them weren’t salvageable. Those canebrakes are one of Mother Nature’s nastier tricks and anything stuck in there for long won’t fare well, even in a dry bag. Here are Scott’s observations after going through his soggy fishing gear…
As told by Scott Gartman:
“The last few days, my friends Bert and Daniel have been down south on Amistad and the Pecos. They scoured miles and miles of coastline and cane breaks. Up high, down low, you name it, searching for any sign of our kayaks or gear we lost in the June flash flood.
I met up with them tonight on their way back to Fort Worth. This is all they were able to come back with. My paddle, my tackle bag, my fly box full of poppers, lure bag, and my camp duffel full of stuff. This stuff had traveled 50 miles from where we were camped that night nearly two months ago. It looks like it was submerged most the time. It was nasty and smelled horrible. Imagine the smell underneath a pool liner after a summer full of splashing around, and of course, a fistful of sulfur shoved up your nose. It was a bit nauseating. I was able to salvage just a few things. Everything else was laid to rest. WARNING to my fisherman friends…Graphic Images. Viewer Discretion Advised.
This is heartbreaking. I tied all those poppers just for this trip. They were soooo purdy. Now….trashed. They don’t even look the same.
There were about 20 packages of lures. All but two were full of water the whole time. The lures swelled to three times their size. It was creepy looking.
This is all that I could salvage. The jetboil is tore up, but they’re a bit pricy so i’m going to try. The blue GCS coffee press, the paddle, 2 lure packs, a cup, and the orange siphon. Sigh.”
Actually, most of the gear in the dry bag would have been fine had it not been for the food in it. There was a summer sausage in there that looked like it was trying to give birth, and a package of something that was once a block of cheese, I think. The worse thing, though, was a thin plastic bag of what used to be flour tortillas; during its time in the water, the humidity liquefied them into a rancid, lard laden mass of runny goo that breached the bag and spilled its putrid contents into Scott’s dry bag. Of course, I was the lucky guy who got to open it after sixty days in the water, and in doing so, got to experience the full foulness and stench as I washed his equipment in the lake. So Scott, my friend, it could have been worse. Let’s just say you owe me one.
PS: all the pictures show the gear after being washed…twice.
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