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

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?