Lone Star Parson

  Movement, says the Philosopher, is a sign of life and that in mind I loaded a couple of rods in the rig and moved off to the lake. Yes, I ...

  What is this iridescent little fish, some sort of tropical mini bass? Whatever, I caught three of them this morning and ferocious little b...

You don't have to own a boat to go boating, but it helps to have friends who do. Friends like J, who works LE consultancy when he ...

So, how do you celebrate the Feast of St. Nicholas of Myra? Simple, load up the rig with a couple of light rods and head out to the mig...

So you're standing on the rip-rap like a warrior on the edge of time, beholding the mighty Brazos as it flows beneath you to Housto...

Inspired by tales of trout in the mountain streams of the White Wolf Mine , I drove to the lake in search of fish. Would there be any a...

The day dawned clear, bright and full of hope. This was Saturday within the Octave of the Resurrection and invincibility came with i...

Like a gift from heaven it began to rain, rippling the still surface of the small lake and out whirred lines across the water. Tranquil...

The pier was deserted, no pressure. And yes, this is Texas, not Aberystwyth. Right away the fish were biting, small catfi...

Rather than reflect on the Church of England's devolution into mawkish irrelevancy masquerading as radical counterculturalism, I ...

Happy Mother's Day; I hope you've all had a fantastic time with family, friends and hopefully, your Mothers. Here at the Missi...

W ell, well, it's May Day, yet again. The Puritans frowned on May Day, go figure, thinking the festivity a a blasphemous, pagan e...