Lone Star Parson

  The sky was beginning to lighten as I got to the marina, in search of piscine adventure. "G'morning, gentlemen," and then we...

  Don't get me wrong, catching perch is fun but catching striper is awesome. There we were after Mass, pitting wits and worms against ju...

  There you are, sitting on the porch. It's hot, and you've prayed the morning Office, walked to the Pick 'n Steal, drunk that 2...

The point? The point of what, so-called "LSP"? The point of the marina where I like to fish, and it may seem counter-intu...

As the morning's evolution drew to a close and sun shone through the mist like the warming hand of God, it seemed right to test the...

Yesterday was Labor Day and the fish were staging a "go-slow" in solidarity with their Marxist comrades, the Dove. But one b...

Gar are living fossils, members of the Lepisosteiformes family of fish, which can be traced back through the fossil record to the Late ...

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

After a morning visiting the sick, I stopped off at Lake Whitney dam to test the waters. These were clear(ish), and apparently devoid ...

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...

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...