Turn off of I 10 at Centerville to get to lock and dam, heck of a long ways, just to west of Crockett.
Trolling at the river I have gone right by big buck deer just standing on the side of the river. I have even turn around and gone by again before they run off. I have seen whole herds of deer swim the river ahead of me a couple of times lead by big bucks. If you are one of the first to travel up there before the big push of boats you can see beaver, lots of eagles, sometimes river otters, always a bunch of nutria rats too lol.
The first time I went was with Lone Eagle(Roger Dousay) after Fishinganimal told me the bite was on.
It was very early, like November or December. We launched at Bethy Creek and as soon as we hit the river put out our lines. We didn't troll ten feet before we both had on huge white bass. We weighed them on Roger's scale and they were 2.3 and 2.2 pounds, we thought wow those will be the fish of the day. We were wrong we both caught limits in an hour and they were pretty much 2 pounds or better each.
That year the river was low and green all during the spawn, the creeks never had flow and they stayed in the river until late April.
I remember the first day of the spawn that year that the morning and evening trips didn't catch limits for the for first time since December, I told my deck hand that we would go back to the lake the next day. Other guides stayed on the south end all the time and did very well deadsticking white bass with thumpers over the river channel in the lake and out on flats when it warmed some. The Trinity River watershed must have had a bumper crop of adult white bass that year and conditions and high population together may have kept them from spawning as much as usual. Many white bass never left the lake that year.
We did go back to the lake and caught limits on the south end with customers.
A guy who had gone out with me once up river and then followed me everyday after like he a had a rope tied to the The Mighty Red-Fin called while we were on the south end.
I had not been taking his calls, but thought this would be good.
He asked, "Loy! Where are the fish?" I asked where he was, well he was on the river at riverside and been trolling all day with not a bite!
He asked what he should do, I told him to turn downriver and drive 40 miles and he should be on fish.
It was like the white bass waited and waited for the creeks to flow and the creeks never did, so they hung around way past usual time still full of eggs.
Most of the fish we caught well into that summer were absorbing the eggs back into themselves for food as the majority of the females had never deposited their eggs.
And when it was time they must have swum day and night to get back home asap.