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| One of many shoals on the Eleven Point River |
August 5,
2014 (Tuesday): Bill Taylor and I returned to the Eleven Point River after two
years. We planned our trip to be in the middle of the week hoping for solitude
and good fishing. I called Andy Turner before our trip. Andy is the biologist
with the MDC overseeing the 11 Point River. He reported six thousand trout
placed in the blue ribbon area three weeks ago by the MDC. The stream was clear
at 3.1 feet with a 525 cfs flow.
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| Hwy 19 Bridge near Greer Access |
Bill and
I fished the blue ribbon water section, which is 5.5 miles in length between
Greer access and Turner Mill for three days and camp two nights on the gravel
bars. The first day was hot and sticky with wet wading very comfortable in the
cool waters of the Eleven Point River. Bill caught the first rainbow
trout near the Hwy 19 Bridge as we paddled upstream from Greer access. Several
reports from fishermen in passing canoes indicated fishing had been very good
with individuals telling us the flow from the spring upstream from the bridge
was where the trout were plentiful. We wanted to set camp before dark, so we
made our way down stream and made several stops to fish.
The first
island below Greer had a distinct trail and Bill and I checked it out. I was
told on past trips of an old homestead with a graveyard. There were at least twenty
head stones with many of them before the 20th century; a few stones where
readable with names and dates and a few head stones eroding away with time and from the elements of rain, wind and
floods.
We caught
a few more trout and made our way to the third island and decided to make camp.
It was very hot getting out of the water and setting up tents, gathering
firewood and preparing dinner. The warm uplifting air was forming Cumulonimbus
clouds in the north. With a campfire ready for steaks, a thunderstorm moved in.
The storm seemed to move around us with several lightning strikes less than one
second distance from our camp. It was a bit unnerving as we watch the clouds
moved to the south. It did provide a breeze and a light rain. Dinner was not
delayed with steak, bake potatoes and fresh green beans prepared over a campfire with my
wife’s peach cobbler for dessert. We sat in our chairs watching the river water
pass by with thunder heard from a distant cloud as we finished dinner. It
was good to be back on the banks of the Eleven Point River.
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| Fishing just above our first night of camping |
That
evening we took off to fish water near our camp, the campfire was low and it was
smoldering as we fished. The sun was falling behind the hills as long shadows turned to dusk. Bill and I
returned to camp an hour later to built the fire and sat in our chairs watching
the bats and waiting for night to fall with a chorus of insect and frogs
warming up to serenade us until morning sun. The air was dry with a light fog
over the cool water of the river. The night was without incident, no critters
in the camp, thunderstorm moved far off to the south. The sounds of the river
with the rushing water crept into our sleep with soft voices heard in the
distance.
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August 6,
2014 (Wednesday): We were up and ready at 6:30 AM, the coffee was the first
thing to go on the stove. Bacon and eggs placed in a tortilla shell for
a breakfast burrito. We broke camp, taking down the tents, repacking gear and
placing it in the canoe. Before we left the site, we returned to the waters we
fished the night before, finding a few more trout. We made our way down stream
fishing favorite spots and enjoying the warm and sunny day. We stopped at the
last island for lunch with four women making their way to the next access in
their kayaks. We exchanged greetings and wished them well going down stream. We
had a few more canoes and kayaks pass through; all were courteous with
greetings and left us to fish in quiet waters.
We
continued to move down stream and planned to set camp at the gravel bar below
Little Hurricane Creek. Several powerboats made their way up stream from Turner
Mill. With the stream level at 3.1 feet, it was surely a test of boating skills
to find enough water to keep the boats and props out of the rocks through the
shallow shoals. We could hear the motors from the boats for an hour
before they returned to Turner access downstream.
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| 2nd night of camping, below Little Hurricane Creek |
The
gravel bar below Hurricane Creek had been washed out with half of the gravel
banks missing. A sycamore tree fell; half submerged in the river and with high
water out of Little Hurricane Creek from recent rains directed the rushing waters to the carry gravel down stream. The river is always changing and it is amazing when we find new spots to fish
or pitch a tent. There was enough space to set two tents with plenty of shade
to get out of the sun. It was late in the afternoon; the tents were set, gear
in place and ready to fish before supper. Bill and I worked our way downstream
through a shoal with large boulders on river left. We found more trout at the
head of the shoal with wading becoming more difficult and catching fewer fish
as we made our way farther downstream. Bill gave a shout out from upstream to
let me know the time; it was near 6 PM. I retreated through the trees and hiked
back to camp taking the Ozark trail a few yards up the nearby hill. The fire
was started and we were waiting for the proper heat; hot coals sear a steak. A clap of thunder was heard, it came out
of the north. The trees behind us made it difficult to see an approaching storm. Another lightning flash and
boom, less than a second apart sounded the alarm. I was convinced a rain was
near. Again, the storm made an appearance and in a short times no longer a
threat.
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| A Swallow-tail butterfly resting on my finger |
Dinner
was a repeat from the previous night, with steak, potatoes and green beans.
That evening we sat in our chairs, staring at a struggling fire. Since the wood
was very wet, it never did take off and burn. We retired that evening
before 9 PM, with the gentle and softer sounds of the river. Great horn Owls
could be heard in distant hills. Actually, I slept rather soundly this night.
Before I left the campsite, a moment was spent to spread Sean's ashes.
Sean and I spent a night here the last trip together fishing
the Eleven Point River 2012
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| Bill picking up a trout from a canoe seat |
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| The shoal above the Cave Hole |
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| A trout taken from below Mary Decker shoal |
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| Dr Bill Taylor examining scat from an unknown animal |
Richard’s Canoe had my truck parked at Turner Mill Access. It was after 4:30 PM when we pulled the canoe up to the concrete ramp. Within an hour, the truck was packed, the canoe was on the rack and we were driving the back roads to Hwy 19. Bill wanted to stop and hike to Greer Spring; this would be his first visit to the spring. There were thunderheads storms forming to the north, having us to ponder if an hour hike in and out to the spring was a wise decision.
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| Greer Spring |
We spent thirty minutes at the spring taking photos and exploring the karst terrain. It was 6:30 PM, when we made it back to the truck. Our next destination was Mountain View to get a dinner before returning to Springfield.
Bill and
I caught and released twenty rainbow trout. Even with the near ninety degrees
days, the evenings were very pleasant. It seems when I camp and fish the Eleven
Point River, thunderstorms seem to find me there. I do not have a problem with
rain when I fish, but the lightning streaking overhead can be unnerving, especially with
a graphite rod pointing to the sky. The eagles were seen each day flying overhead, well beyond the lens of a camera. There was a number of different species of butterflies sampling nectar from the wild flowers along the river banks. It was good the fish the 11 Point River
again, and I hope to return this autumn.
