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Bleached by the sun it lay in peace. What was once living has now been stripped by what’s still alive. It’s natures way of reminding us that mortal...

Bob White & Big Trout

May 04, 2025

With every gust of wind it carried the faint sound of a covey of quail lost somewhere in the south Texas brush located just 20 yards to my left.To ...

Yellow Ascent; The Tale of a Father and a Trophy Speckled Trout

April 16, 2024

Questionable silence accompanies time on the water. Despite a million things working in conjunction and peripheral forces providing external noise, human intuition hears the slightest thing. In this particular instance, it was a mullet flip on the shallow side of the flat and in a curious fashion; my dad decided his lure should investigate. Turns out that was a good command.