Born, raised and bred in DEEP SOUTH TEXAS.
Grew up riding my bike to the local resaca to catch fish. Fished nothing but crystal clear waters of the Lower Laguna Madre after I got a drivers license. Caught several trout in the 30" range before the great freeze of the early 80's and digital cameras. Took yearly trips growing up down the beach of La Isla del Pardre to the Mansfield cut with my father and his friends to camp and fish all weekend. Caught nothing but snook and red fish in calf deep water throwing artificials the last ten years I lived there.
Hunted huge flocks of white winged dove since I was big enough to hold a shotgun. Chased bobwhite and scaled quail in Starr county. Never really hunted but woke up to the calls of chachalacas coming from the thick brush along the resaca a stones throw from the house my mother grew up in.
Spent hours watching deer and javelina filter in and out of the seemingly endless senderos in Starr county. Sat next to mesquite and ebony fueled camp fires on cold December nights looking up at all the stars. Took up stick and string to chase bucks and nilgai on tens of thousands of acres of public land nestled along the shores of the same bay I fished.
Yeah it's a special place to me. Wish my kids could have lived out there childhood there like I did but opportunities are not there. They do miss it though. My daughter can't wait for our yearly dove hunting trip there each year.
Grew up riding my bike to the local resaca to catch fish. Fished nothing but crystal clear waters of the Lower Laguna Madre after I got a drivers license. Caught several trout in the 30" range before the great freeze of the early 80's and digital cameras. Took yearly trips growing up down the beach of La Isla del Pardre to the Mansfield cut with my father and his friends to camp and fish all weekend. Caught nothing but snook and red fish in calf deep water throwing artificials the last ten years I lived there.
Hunted huge flocks of white winged dove since I was big enough to hold a shotgun. Chased bobwhite and scaled quail in Starr county. Never really hunted but woke up to the calls of chachalacas coming from the thick brush along the resaca a stones throw from the house my mother grew up in.
Spent hours watching deer and javelina filter in and out of the seemingly endless senderos in Starr county. Sat next to mesquite and ebony fueled camp fires on cold December nights looking up at all the stars. Took up stick and string to chase bucks and nilgai on tens of thousands of acres of public land nestled along the shores of the same bay I fished.
Yeah it's a special place to me. Wish my kids could have lived out there childhood there like I did but opportunities are not there. They do miss it though. My daughter can't wait for our yearly dove hunting trip there each year.
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