Lone Star Parson

A dirt road under an already fiercely hot Texan sky, and this is only mid May, a foretaste of the blast furnace to come. The heat and l...

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...

It was a typically chilly Texan 104* and I looked at Blue Climate Change panting in his fur coat, "Perhaps it's time to go f...

Keen-eyed readers of this popular international mind blog will know that Gar fishing is in the air like some kind of obsession. One of...

Well, deep in Texas, anyway, trying to break the summer Bass code. To help us in this, we launched an old V-Hull into the Big Pond, t...

There I was at Lake Whitney, casting away without a whole lot of success, and my luck was mirrored by the multi-ethnic band of angle...

God never did make a more calm, quiet, innocent recreation  than angling.   Izaak Walton With Walton's Compleat Angler in...