Lone Star Parson

  This used to be a country Texas blog, so what happened? Got diverted by geostrat above my paygrade and egregious liturgical and doctrinal ...

  Fishing was slow today. There we were, on the banks of Lake Whitney in the afternoon sun of a November Texan afternoon. Cast, retrieve, be...

  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...

  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...

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

  A beautiful, balmy, spring day in Texas. So what to do? Go fishing, and that's exactly what happened. I drove off to Soldiers' Blu...

How can Texas be awesome when the very air itself threatens to ignite, like an air bomb ? Surely this sounds more like the anteroom of ...

Today was beautiful in this part of Texas, slightly misty but warm, like an autumnal Spring. Such is Fall in Hill County, season of mis...

The sun shone down on the mighty Brazos like the hand of God and we had the Lake Whitney dam spillway pretty much to ourselves. An ausp...

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...

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