Pat Yourself in the Back? It is Monday After ALL
Last week was an exceptional one here at Texas Fly Caster
Good morning fly friends! I hope you are happy with the weather this morning? You could ask for better, but you wouldn’t get it.
I am suffering from a case of tennis elbow, this time caused by the constant patting of my back by myself. Have you ever tried that? Some decent videos last week, two guide trips, and a Texas Fly Fishing Report that nailed, NAILED the fishing conditions last Friday … honestly, by Saturday I was thankful for the rain giving me a chance to sit still and recuperate.
By Sunday I was quite content to ride along with a friend on his tandem Hobie pedal drive, acting like I was pedaling occasionally. He wanted to “trawl” around for sand bass, but the schools I saw last week were elsewhere. Wow, Lake Ray Roberts was crowded too!
This is shaping up to be a defining week for our future, with things happening “one way or another,” “for better or worse,” in regard to a lot of things that have meandered along for this entire year. It will be nice to get past these boxes on the calendar, and on with some new opportunities.
Are you a Drake Magazine subscriber? I have been looking for the Summer 2017 issue on Denton’s only newsstand, but they don’t have it yet. I am always wondering which comes first, the digital issue, or the paper one? I know I’ve told you about the article I have coming out in this issue (at least once), but I am always anxious to see how the images are used … I guess it goes back to my newspaper days.
As this week begins to define one part of life, it is refreshing to know it also defines the time on the water – like today. The skiff is hitched, and I just need to throw the dart.Thanks for reading, and check back this week. This week will be as big a mystery to me as it is to you (believe it or not) at this very moment.
LOVE YOUR CHILDREN
Tomorrow is another somber day. Another of the contemporaries of, and friend of family members, died of a drug overdose and that service is tomorrow. Twenty-nine years old. That makes three young men we knew, in the last five years, dead at the hands of drugs. Tragedy, pure and simple, pays another visit.
Category: Backcasting, Body-Mind-Soul, Complimentary Reading, Culture on the Skids
