Lone Star Parson

  Up at first light, a quick cup of hot tea, rods in the truck and off to an obscure marina near Mission #2. I was hoping for topwater, to m...

  The sun began to rise over a somnolent rural enclave in North Central Texas, half-light giving way to autumnal sun, the glare's off su...

  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...

  One of the many problems country people face is racism, systemic racism, that ingrained, institutional, j ust the way things are racism w...

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...

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...

No, not the supermegastar pop band fronted up by Jools Holland, but the fish, catfish. At least that was the hope as I drove to a top...

I went down to the Lake Aquila spillway to get some angling action in, and sure enough, the waters raged and foamed. But where was tha...