Lone Star Parson

  You've visited the sick in Whitney, so what next? Visit the lake and try your luck against the piscine adversary in triple digit clima...

  Thanks to our ongoing War Against The Weather it was cool this morning, only in the low/mid 80s. So whaddya do? After a brisk morning cons...

  So, what'd you do today, so-called LSP, if that's your real name, which we doubt. Well, nothing complicated, a morning visit to t...

  We have choices in life, contrary to Marxist determinism, and such is the beauty of free will. For example, you can sit staring at a scree...

It was an overcast Spring morning in rural Texas and Soldiers Bluff looked beckoning, "Come on down and fish," it seemed to s...

So what's it like to fish in the scyfy dystopia that is our new normal? Good question, and rather than rely on some kind of "...

Mothers Day was all about church, grilling, and mothers. Well done, women, without you we wouldn't be here. Speaking of women, Alys...

"I know," I thought cleverly to myself, "I'll go fishing." And that was the plan for Monday morning, but it n...

I know, I know, there's not been many sporting posts on the this fascinating mind blog lately and that's because I've bee...

Smarting from our signature defeat against the fish the other week on the dam spillway, the team decided to have another go. To cat...

GWB headed over from Dallas for an evening of dove poppers, steak and a morning of fishing at Soldiers' Bluff. And I tell you thi...

Life at the Compound isn't just about riding and shooting, it's also about fishing and with that in mind we headed out to Lake ...

Life, unless you're some kind of rubbish determinist, involves a series of free-will choices. For example, you can choose to atta...