No, this isn’t a comment about the Texas Lege. That I have to tell you that is comment enough.
Texas Parks and Wildlife notes:
Catching a fish is fun for kids, but many families have questions about how to get started. That’s why some state parks are offering free fishing classes. They’ll teach you the basics through fun, hands-on activities. Texas Parks and Wildlife has this report on a program called “Go Fish” as the June Outdoor Activity of the Month.
To find places to fish and events near you, visit texasstateparks.org/fishing
Doesn’t seem that long ago, but he’s grown, graduated from college and moved 2,000 miles away; heck, both of the boys graduated and moved away. We started our romancing of Texas State Parks at Ink’s Lake State Park, in one of the hottest Augusts I ever would wish to see. We got a new tent, big enough for a family and bigger than the pup tent Kathryn and I used on the Atlantic Beaches (never did get that hurricane smell out of it . . .). I worried about older son Kenny. Little patience for anything not electronic.
The rules were they could play handheld games until we got there, in the car, but not once we got down to camping. When we got to Ink’s Lake it was 105º F. Kenny decided he’d rather stay in the car with his games. Eventually the batteries died.
It was a fun, but not necessarily easy first day. We had Disney TrueLife Adventure watching a wasp and spider fighting. We had deer wandering through the site, including one with a deformed mouth (we named her Celeste, but don’t ask me why). Deer would do almost anything for a bite of cantaloupe. Swimming, rocks to jump off of . . . Kenny was bordering on crabby.
I never took to fishing. That’s Kathryn’s bailiwick. She got poles for the kids. The whole point of the trip was to get back to fishing for Kathryn. Kenny complained about the hot son on the end of the pier, about the worms, about the lack of video games. He complained about everything until he got that pole in his hand and dropped the hook in the water. I wish we had it on video. Instantly, he became a man of patience.
Caught his first little fish that day, too. Bluegill, or crappie — I don’t remember. The next few days brought quite a bit of adventure — small boat tour of Ink’s Lake, big tourist boat trip on nearby Lake Buchanan (” . . . this is Texas, Honey. It’s pronounced buck-CANnon. Don’t forget.”). We froze in Longhorn Cavern. We found magic, and five-foot catfish, at Hamilton Pool. The catfish were larger than James, but he took great delight in watching them in the bottom of the supernaturally-clear pool.
Both boys got great at camping, both had long periods with Boy Scouts after YMCA Guides (Kenny got Life; James got Eagle). I think both of them got the fishing merit badge with help from the Mighty Fisher, Eddie Cline. We have thousands of photos, lots of great memories, and for our family, it started with that trip to Ink’s Lake.
The good stuff all started with fishing.
- Drought Gobbles Up Texas Turkey Hunt (scientificamerican.com)
- Local teen bags biggest gator ever caught in Texas (khou.com)
- Bobcat, not mountain lion, snatched San Antonio dog (khou.com)