Thread: Any info on Lake Fairfield in Fairfield, TX?

Well I started fishing this lake when it opened in the late 1960's and heck back them if you were standing on the boat ramp at 6 mile, you couldn't see the other bank which is where I live now. You should come fishing sometime!

also you mentioned the trees in middle of the lake in deep water, yes and did you know back the. Guys would fish spewing bass in the tree tops out in that deep water? They would actually lay eggs out there, LOL!

Redfin, yes and I still have a few, LOL! Also big back when was the Gold Rogue, it was a killer! Hellbenders I just hated, LOL! Ome of my very best baits for schooling bass was the smallest Redfin they made is Chrome and black back. They stopped making that length which I think was like 3 1/2" long. The bass just couldn't stand it! Of course spinner baits were also just deadly fished over that Hydrilla!

that is a great idea.....tony!

Thanks Chuck! Yeah, I'm romancing the idea of getting started this spring. Even have been looking real close at the lake and surroundings on Goggle maps. Make a 4-5 night run, say start Sunday through Friday, just to work out the plan for longer trips on it later, make sure I've got the right equipment and everything. I've got a close friend who I played little league with who just went through chemo and the doc says he is clear, but you know how that can go years down the road, so I want to get him out there and make some memories when he gets a little stronger. I'm using the Torpedo Bend experience to gear up for an even bigger attempt. My cousin up in Tennessee wants to put in at St. Louis and camp/fish/sightsee all the way to New Orleans down the Mississippi. One of my girlfriend's dads back when I was in high school...they lived out on the Neches River north of Beaumont, his wife died and one day, he just provisioned his 24-foot cuddy cabin boat and motored off: Down the Neches to the Intercoastal Waterway, over to Florida, then back to the Mississippi, up it and its tributaries. Four and a half years later he ties back up to the dock at his house and gets out. Now THAT is adventure to tell your grandkids about. Skip, I'd like to sit around the campfire and listen to your 60's Bend stories some time. I love hearing the stories about those lakes when they were young. You got to fish Toledo it in its heyday, in bass fishing's heyday, didn't you? Before even Larry Nixon or Tommy Martin got famous on it. Lucky man! Some of my dad's friends told of getting lost out in those flooded forests when it was first flooded and the trees were still green. They said you could get out in them and not see either Texas or LA. As they started to thin out in the 70's and 80's I went back in them. I could see where I wanted to go, but often it got scary as the floating logs made it like a maze. You really had to be careful and try to memorize the way back out or it got hairy...especially if the wind came up and you were trying to maneuver a crooked route back out of them with only a beat-up old second-hand Ram trolling motor that wouldn't stay locked down! One of my crappie buddies was on the Bend fishing a bass tournament the morning the shuttle came down in it. He said they couldn't see two hundred yards because of the fog, and then they started hearing sonic booms and the hissing of parts cutting through the air and impacting the lake at hundreds of miles an hour. They had no way of knowing it went down, and were very unnerved by something that they could not see or explain, something almost surreal, but it was happening none the less. Those sounds and the sounds of massive splashes all around them scared the mortal crap out of them. He said they hit a bank and dove for cover, as scared as he had ever been. I hope he comes with me to the get together in February. He can tell everyone about it. But heck, you were there too weren't you?

Absolutely, a big piece of that Shuttle came right over my house and left a smoke trail while it whistled through the air. I stepped out I. The car port and could hear it go by. Stepped out to see that tail. Amazing thing that was, but so tragic too.

we fished here most every weekend for many years other than hunting season. We learned about night fishing early on through an article we read and for 10 years every weekend we fish from one afternoon until the next evening, LOL! One night me and one other got our line broke 6 times in the same spot. Back them it was all mono, but we were using 25 to 35 pound mono!

also not just bass, but I had a spot in 1979 that I could take anyone, like my wife and we woulld catch 60-70 big crappie per hour!

also got lost in the fog one night and couldn't get out of water that was 40' deep, LOL!

I had read that NASA used Fin and Feather as a base camp after that happened - and a reason why it's so nice today from the funding.

also got lost in the fog one night and couldn't get out of water that was 40' deep, LOL!

We had camped on one of the larger islands back in the late 70's. When we got up the fog was so thick we just fished around the island to give it time to lift before we even tried to head out...we didn't even have a compass. We could hear a boat coming and I guess when he saw the bank he turned and followed it thinking he knew where he was. He circled that island twice. The third time he settled in and asked us if we had seen him pass us before. We told him we had watched him come by twice already. He didn't know it was an island! We all had a good laugh and fished within sight of it until it lifted. March 10, 1993: I got lost in the fog on Rayburn at dusk trying to cross it from Veach going west to Sandy Creek. Lake was glass, and where it and the fog met you could not tell...everything was a dark grey, and getting darker. The grey dusk fog reflected off the water so both were the same color. It was like being in a sensory depravation tank. All you saw was the edges of the boat, and beyond that grey without any dimension, no depth perception, none, other than the side spray of the boat. I could not hear any sounds in the distance from which to take a bearing. I guess the fog knocked it down. Without depth perception and with no sound it was very spooky out in the middle of a dead calm and dead quiet lake. I ran about ten miles through that, bearing north instead of west, following the lightest spot in the sky thinking it was what was left of the sunset, and that would lead me to a western bank. It wasn't the setting suns last glow, the light spot was just the thinnest portion of the fog letting the last light through, and it moved and varied as the fog varied, but I couldn't perceive that it was. It lead me on a goose chase, and I couldn't tell it at the time, but that is all I had to hang my hat on. I unknowingly ran north right through the middle of the Black Forest on plane and at speed, twice almost hitting the trees that were left in it back then. I was scared ****less. I ended up hitting land on Calhoun point. Did not know where I was until daybreak. Slept in the bottom of the boat on throw cushions and life vests in a slicker suit in a hissing, drizzling rain most of the night. Actually slept quite good under the circumstances...the cushions allowed the rain to drain beneath me without getting me wet. Thickest fog I've ever been in. If you got far enough away from the bank to trim the motor down so as to make headway you could not see the bank to follow it. If you got close enough to keep the bank in sight you could not trim the motor down to make headway. Since then I have always kept overnight gear in the boat. And a compass.