Bass Fly Fishery Discovered
on Lake Huites, Mexico
By Floyd Yarbrough
on a plane has never bothered me. It is the taking off and landing of the plane
that causes me to squirm. That being said, I admit I was a little apprehensive
about taking off and landing a total of 6 times to get from DFW airport to Los
Mochis, Mexico for a fishing trip to Lake Huites. Then again, the thought of getting
away from my office for 5 days on a vacation sounded too good. Especially when
Greg Van Steenkiste told me about the fishing at this great new Mexican lake.
I knew this was going to be a good trip from the moment I got in line at the
American Airlines ticket counter at DFW Airport to check in for my flight to Tucson.
There in line in front of me stood John Biondi, his son Byron and John's brother,
Mark. They were each carrying a suitcase, a huge soft-sided tackle bag and rods
cases. So was I. After introductions, it was apparent that each of us had mutual
friends who fished (a good friend of mine Ken Revell used to work with John at
General Motors) and before we ever got off the ground, we had caught more bass
in the airport lounge in an hour than a lot of anglers do in a day on a real lake.
After arrival in Tucson, we hooked up with Greg Van Steenkiste of Phoenix and
his friends for the connecting flight into Mexico. Greg is CEO of Scientific Bass,
makers of Kick'n Bass fish attractant and the Lip Grip'r.
Greg had been after me to go on a trip to Lake Huites for some time. After
all, he had been 4 or 5 times and every time said the fishing was phenomenal.
We all departed Tucson, after a 2 hour Aero California airline delay, and after
a pretty short flight, landed in Hermosillo, Mexico. After a brief stopover, we
departed for another short flight to Los Mochis, Mexico. Upon arrival at 9:00
pm at the Los Mochis Airport, we were greeted by Jose and the drivers from the
Lake Huites Lodge. After making sure we had all of our gear off the plane, we
loaded the Suburbans and vans for the 3 hour drive to the lodge. The first 2 hours
were on 2 lane highways and were normal. The time went by fast as each of us in
the Suburban got acquainted. When the convoy of 4 vehicles arrived at the edge
of the Sierra Madre mountains to start the drive up to the lodge, the final 16
miles took about a hour. From the looks and condition of the mountain road, it
was apparent that we were heading into some rugged mountain country.
Upon arrival at the Lodge that night, I was amazed at how nice it was. This
is roughing it? This place is brand new, I thought. The rooms were clean and large.
The staff had a full dinner, hot and ready for us. We unloaded our gear, stuffed
our faces and then retired at midnight for a 5:00 am wake up. I would share a
room with Mark Biondi, an educator/coach from Kennedale, TX and neither one of
us had to be rocked to sleep that first night.
At 5 a.m. came a knock on the door and a waitress greeting us with hot coffee.
Breakfast was ready when we arrived at the dining room and again the food was
fresh and delicious. Sunlight was just starting to break up the night over the
Sierra Madre mountains as we started loading up our stuff to head out for the
one minute ride down the mountain side to the boat launch. With the lake down
below, it was an awesome view. What a beautiful way to start 3 days of nothing
Time to fish. Manuel would be our guide and before I could introduce myself,
he was busy loading up our tackle into the boat. We immediately motored down the
lake for about 1/2 mile when Manuel stopped the boat to start fishing. The water
looked great. The scenery was almost too much to take in. Every single spot looked
so fishy. I didn't know where to cast first.
Greg and I would be fishing together and we both started chunking top-water
lures. We couldn't get a bite the first 30 minutes. At least not on a Spook. We
would find out later that somewhere else on the lake that morning, Byron Biondi
would be smashing the bass on a small Pop-R.
Time to move. We motored across the lake for about 1/2 mile to a long brushy
point. I picked up my white spinner-bait, with white double willow leaf blades,
and proceeded to chunk. On the 3rd cast, I caught a 5 lb. bass. From the pull
of that fish, I would have sworn it was bigger. Just a few casts later, another
3 lb bass. Then another. Then Greg lands a 5 lb bass on a Fluke. Then he catches
another. Then I miss one. Then a good one eats a white jig and frog. Greg says,
"Fish on!" The race is on. After a couple of photos of the bigger ones,
we were too busy catching fish to take the time for photographs.
We spend the rest of the morning fishing several spots and every one of them
looked better than the last one. We're catching fish everywhere we stop. At 11:30,
our guide signals that it is lunchtime, so off we go back to the lodge for lunch.
Jeez...these people are trying to fatten us up for slaughter! The bean & tortilla
soup was so good I had two big bowls of it. Then they bring our main course. I
was stuffed. On top of everything else, there was a bottomless bowl of homemade
picante sauce and chips on every table. And even though I don't drink alcohol,
those who do can enjoy a frosty cold brew or margarita, with an endless tap at
their disposal, during their stay. There is also an endless supply of cold bottled
water, soft drinks and iced tea. I promise, you won't want for anything to eat
or drink while you stay at Lake Huites Lodge.
After lunch, it was back out again. Greg and I literally were traveling down
the lake when we said, "That brushy shoreline over there looks good. Let's
fish it." The bite was unbelievable. Every 10 feet we caught a fish. This
went on for over a mile of shoreline. Add that up. A better than average bass
(2 to 4 lbs) every 10 feet for a mile. I lost count on how many doubles we had
on. And we didn't even try and count all of the ones that we lost or that jumped
off the hook. By suppertime at dusk, I was one tired puppy from catching bass.
And my ribs were bruised from setting the hook so many times.
After we had been fed a huge dinner, the anglers at the lodge all got together
for a little fellowship and to talk about their first day on the lake. It was
evident that every boat caught a lot of fish. And on several different types of
lures and presentations. After an hour or two of this, most of us were pretty
tired from the short night before and we all turned in for the night.
Lake Huites was created when the Rio Fuerte River was dammed. At about 30 miles
in length with 30,000 acres, the lake is more of a river than a lake. I can't
recall ever fishing a more brushy or rocky lake. There were long sloping points
every place we went with brush piles and rocks everywhere. Imagine flooding the
wilderness and mountains of Mexico and you get a good idea of what Lake Huites
looks like. Up until 1997, no Americans had fished this lake. This lake is also
the very first lake to de designated for sport fishing only by the Mexican government.
This means that the gill nets of the commercial fishermen will have to stay out
of the lake.
Day two. Again, coffee wake up call room service and then another big breakfast.
After a day of fishing on Huites, I came to understand why these people feed you
so good. You need the energy for the fishing each day. Out we go again and the
fishing is again phenomenal. This time we start off with spinnerbaits and caught
at least 30 in the first 30 minutes of the day. We discovered they wanted the
spinnerbait ripped just below the surface.
2 and 3 were carbon copies of the first day. Greg and I, every boat, caught and
released hundreds of bass. Even though we quit counting each day at about 75 fish,
we know we boated over 300 bass, with a 3 to 4 lb. average in the 3 days we fished.
And we probably jumped off another 100 plus fish. The largest bass caught during
our stay was a 12 pounder. by an angler staying at the lodge. And what makes this
even more remarkable is the fact that they were dropping the lake 6 inches every
day! Imagine if they hadn't been pulling water.
Trying to tell a bass angler who has never been to Lake Huites about the unbelievable
fishing, is like trying to tell someone who has never been a parent what it is
like to have a kid. You really can't know how awesome the fishing is until you
go experience the adventure for yourself.
The only thing negative about the trip is the fact that you eventually have
to leave to come home. I am counting the days until I return this November and
I'll take off and land 10 times if I have to. I want to thank Greg Van Steenkiste
for finally convincing me to go to Huites; and Terry Hollan, Rene, Russell, Kelly
and the whole staff at Lake Huites Lodge. Lake Huites Lodge is the #1 place to
stay and this is the affordable vacation of a lifetime for any bass angler who
wants to have a Reel Mexican Bass Fishing Adventure.
Muchas grande lobina! Adios!
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