The moon tugged at the hairs on the back of my neck. The anglers air of anticipation was hanging like a cloud above the water. By the smell, I knew that the water was about to boil. Then, as if orchestrated by some benevolent conductor, the surface began to break. First one scared shad, then thousands began popcorning through the waves. We had arrived at one of my favorite places - the boiling point. FULL STORY >>>
Did something tap the line? Anticipation is why the journey is half the fun
The line had relaxed as the plastic lure eased through the water and paused by the fallen log. The world held its breath in anticipation. It was one of those perfect moments when you know what is going to happen, but are still unable to fully prepare. FULL STORY >>>
Bump in the Night
Cedar Creek hybrids attack like midnight freight trains-
It was almost midnight in Gun Barrell City. While the teenagers were trying to beat Daddy’s curfew, we were loading up with gas and water for an all night fishing trip for hybrids at Cedar Creek Lake. Ben had caught three eight-pound hybrids the night before; so I was ready to hit the water. Continued...
Stripers, sunsets and solitude Elephant Butte offers delightful desert
getaway A loon's lonely cry penetrated the cool desert breeze. To the west, a brilliant explosion of gold glory painted the horizon behind silhouettes of the San Andres Mountains. To the east, swam the huge striped bass of New Mexico's Elephant Butte Reservoir. Not only does the remote setting of the Southwest's premiere striper lake add to the expeditionary feel of its trophy fish hunts, it also provides a serene and beautiful setting for one to relax and enjoy a vacation. Continued ...
For the Record
New marks await anglers to set them It was but a dimple on the surface. A fish that had shattered the surface twice, chasing river minnows, simply sucked the fly beneath the water. A gray rock face served as the background as the smallmouth leaped repeatedly before it dug into the clear water that covered the boulders where it had been hunting. Finally my partner dipped the net into the water and lifted the river record smallmouth bass caught on a fly rod. Continued
REJUVENATED: Lake Fork is Still the King LAKE FORK - The sun wasn't up and it was cold, but the cafe was bustling and the coffee was warm. Inside were 20 of the area's top guides, a handful of brass from the Texas Parks & Wildlife Department and a gathering of fellow outdoor writers from across the nation. The reason we were there was simple: a chance to fish the legend. CONTINUED
Smallmouth Safari Big fun comes in small packages
Although not the biggest fish in the water and often not the most sought after fish, once caught, the smallmouth is definitely one of the most remembered fish. Continued...
Down on the Farm Bream and friends complete the expeirience
Life's paths take us all on a unique journey. There are just some luckier than others: such as those of us who get to spend even one sunny Sunday afternoon at the farm, fishing for bream, catching up with old friends and listening to the game on the radio. Continued ...
Brazos River Rat ... and a Dog Named River Lonely Lunkers in a scenic setting
The Brazos continues to carve its mark on the earth as it did centuries before Comanche hunters followed its banks to the buffalo-hunting plains in the north. Continued ...
It's About Time
As a Measurment or a Memory, Time is What Matters-
”Do you have the time?” someone asked.
“No, now-a-days it seems I don’t have time for anything” I replied.
“No, the time of day according to a clock,” the someone clarified.“No, sorry. I don’t wear a watch, but it feels like it is about 3:30,” I answered reflecting on my first reply. Continued
Bringing Back Big Bend
Internet surfers will soon be able to share in the recent adventures of area teachers and students in the Big Bend country. In one week, they experienced a uniquely diverse environment and brought a bit of it home in the form of a "virtual field trip." Continued.
Autumn Mournings During the summer in Texas, the sun is just an ominous ball of heat. Everyday the big shiny sphere of gas makes the days hotter and hotter, until September 1, the real first day of the year.Continued...
Beavers Bend Oklahoma Not far from home, a mountain paradise awaits in eastern Oklahoma
As we leaned over the hood of the pickup, the sun disappeared behind the hills leaving but a pink glow to define their silhouettes. We stood in our stocking feet discussing our mutual love for Hemingway. "The old man and the stream," I called him jokingly. Like we shared reading taste, we had discovered we shared other things. On this day, he shared with me his "stream." continued ...
Makin'
the day Skinny-water redfish play hard to get
"Look."
Jim Darnell's voice was barely audible from 50 yards away. He stood knee-deep pointing to a group of about 20 blue-wing teal that drifted earthward and disappeared behind the small sandy island we were fishing. The sky had yet to relinquish the morning's warm glow, and the ducks were but silhouettes, only identifiable by their size and their-late season presence. Continued ...
Slideshows
Crappie Fishing 2006
Flowers 2006
Sunrises 2005
Exall Park Dallas
Purtis Creek State Park
The best little fishery in Texas They call it "the best little fishing lake in Texas," and it's hard to argue with that claim. Nestled among the post oaks of Henderson County, Purtis Creek boasts great fishing and represents a new way of looking at managing bass ? big bass. Continued ...
Dangerfield State Park Peck of Pickerel
STRIKES BY THE BUSHEL AT DANGERFIELD STATE PARK The puddles had thawed and the sun was out, but the chances of getting bit were still slim. Brian Gambill, ace fly fishing guide, was as anxious to go fishing as I. He thought for a moment, then raised his finger to the sky and said, "Pickerel, they'll chase anything, anytime." Continued ...
White Rock Lake
Closer to home The Joy of the outdoors doesn’t have to be miles away
“Geoff, let’s go fishing.” I crooned over the phone.
“I’d love to,” he woefully replied, “But, it’s Wednesday; I don’t have time.”
“You don’t have an hour to go fishing?”
“You have a place close by?” his tone picking up a little.
“Meet me at my house.”
I ended the conversation and started loading the boat. White Rock Lake here we come. Continued ...
Boiling Point
Did something tap the line?
Stripers, sunsets and solitude 
For the Record
REJUVENATED:
Down on the Farm
Brazos River Rat ... and a Dog Named River
It's About Time
Bringing Back Big Bend
Autumn Mournings
Beavers Bend Oklahoma
Makin'
the day
