It doesn’t have to be searing hot for a drought to set in, and after a fall and winter with insignificant rains, area lakes and streams are showing the effects. One ranch I visited recently had more bank than tank, and the rancher said he might have to start pumping in water if we don’t get …
Central Texans are fortunate to live in a place where, with the exception of a handful of severe weather days each year, we can enjoy our outdoor pursuits – whether fishing, hunting, golfing, hiking or biking, camping, or just cooking out on the patio.
Kids today have it a lot easier than we did back in the 70’s. Not only did we have to be near a wall when we talked on the phone, but if we were gonna catch rainbow trout, we had to talk our parents into driving us at least as far north as New Mexico.
When I was a kid back in the 70s, there were two things society taught us to be wary of — Russians and killer bees.
When I was young, I once ate a burrito that was about as big as my head.
A U.S. Border Patrol agent was killed near Uvalde on Christmas Day, but it wasn’t at the hands of marauding miscreants — his death, along with those of two others, resulted from a wild hog crossing the highway late at night.
It’s going to be a cold start to the new year, but if you’ve resolved to exercise and spend more time outdoors, Mother Neff State Park has that combination of things all packaged up and waiting for you.
Deer hunting has transformed over the generations from being a way of simply putting meat on the table into a multi-billion dollar industry, with today’s game ranches using selective breeding and feeding regimens to produce a reliable supply of trophy bucks that would seem like science-fiction to our great grandparents.
Communication technology has made doing this job a lot easier than when I started writing the Tribune-Herald outdoor column 16 years ago.
Outdoorsmen have always tried to gain an advantage over their prey, and whether through lure color selector gadgets, electronic fish finders, game cameras, night vision equipment, or other technology, we have been on the cutting edge of technological advances.
I have to admit — I made a pig of myself this Thanksgiving.
The other day, I saw a video clip of Elmer Fudd watching Bugs and Daffy debate whether it was duck season or wabbit season, and as I pondered the question, I realized that right now is darn near EVERYTHING season.
The Texas coast took a battering this summer, thanks to Hurricane Harvey, but the folks who live along our state’s shoreline are tougher than a storm, and recovery, reconstruction, and resilience have gotten the place back to what most of us would recognize.
I expect that a lot of businesses and schools in Central Texas will see a spike in absenteeism later on this week, as hunters head for the stands and blinds in preparation for opening day of gun season for white-tailed deer on Saturday.
I’ve been thinking a lot about my friend Terry lately.
The word “rut” has different meanings. A lot of sports fans are hoping their football team gets out of its rut this weekend, but a lot of deer hunters are eagerly awaiting the whitetail deer rut, or mating season.
There’s not much better eating than cooking up freshly-caught fish over a riverbank campfire or smashing down backstrap prepared by a camp cook, and people whose palates are accustomed to fast food and processed grocery store meats have my sympathy
There might not be any records set on the football fields this year in Waco or College Station, but somewhere along the Brazos River between Bear Country and Aggieland, a recently-set fishing record has people both amazed and shuddering.
The first FishOn! Bank fishing tournament was such a success, organizer Andre Bravo is going back for seconds.
If your football team disappointed you last week as much as mine did me, you might decide that Saturdays this fall could be better spent being a participant rather than a spectator.
September is a month of hope. Football teams, good and bad, are all in contention for a championship season, students are all on track for honor roll, the first true cold fronts are on the way to snap the heat of summer and dove hunters are hoping to bag a limit of birds without blowing through three boxes of shells.
I have said, “I’ve never seen anything like that” a whole lot lately, and here comes another. The first annual Fish On! Lake Waco Catfish Tournament is set for Saturday, and it’s a lot different tourney than you’ve probably ever fished in your life.
The cards are still out on whether my football teams will have a good season or not, but the ingredients are all in place for Texas hunters to have an exceptionally good dove season beginning Sept. 1.
Football is the dominant sport in Texas, and with practices underway at the high school, college and pro levels, that’s where a lot of folks are focusing their attention.
Sitting outside at daybreak yesterday brought back a rush of memories of football two-a-days and morning dove hunts. The air temperature, dragonflies darting through the air, and the occasional flyover of mourning and white-wing doves got my fall itch going.
The sounds of fall are ringing through the blast-furnace air of summer. Football teams are opening camps and popping shoulder pads, and I’ve heard the occasional dove hunter shooting off shells in preparation for the opening of hunting season on Sept. 1.
School supply shelves filling up signals the end of summer, but a lot of Central Texans are resisting the inevitable and packing out to the mountains and beaches before the bells start ringing again.
Temperatures are bumping up against the 100-degree mark nearly every day here in the Heart of Texas, but that doesn’t mean you have to shelve your outdoor plans.
Lake Brazos is being lowered by a foot to allow heavy equipment and a barge to remove a buildup of both surface-level and submerged timber and other debris from the Lake Brazos Dam.
Some people seem to have a knack for catching more fish than others, and while there are those who attribute fishing success to good luck, most anglers who win tournaments or consistently fill live wells are relying on a lot more than just good fortune.
How is it possible that creatures with brains the size of a peanut have such dominance over us?
There are a lot of adages out there, and these old sayings stick around because they’re based on overall truths.
Summer isn’t officially here yet as a calendar date, but summertime has definitely arrived. Area schools have parked the buses and turned off the bells. And families are figuring out ways to keep their kids busy doing exciting, safe and productive activities for the next few months.
Walking up to a spot on the riverbank or shoreline that’s littered with somebody else’s garbage is all too common. But decent, responsible anglers are organizing and teaming up with other anti-litter groups to bring attention to the issue and clean up messes left by the lazy and irresponsible among us.
Sometimes, it’s not until later in life that we realize how much we owe to the family, friends, coaches, and teachers who put up with all our nonsense when we were young.
“Flipper died a natural death he caught a nasty virus.” – King Coffey
As Central Texas enjoys Chamber of Commerce weather, more people are finding their way to outdoor pursuits, and if you’ve got a fishing trip in mind, you’re likely to find a willing audience.
The other day, I heard somebody say, “Parents should get their kid a tackle box instead of an X-box,” and while I understand the sentiment, it’s not realistic in today’s world – somewhat like NFL commissioner Roger Goodell expecting pro football players to stop smoking pot because he thinks it’s bad for them (unlike the game they’re playing that’s destroying their bodies and scrambling their brains.)
A lot of strange and funny things happen during fishing trips, and some are so outrageous that anglers, a group of people naturally prone to exaggeration, have gotten a reputation as liars.
Early last week, I saw a picture on social media that grabbed my attention like a hungry catfish latches on to a shad.
For more than 3 decades, John Gilbert delivered news. These days, he’s delivering fish.
I was 3 years old when my dad first took me fishing, and I’m not sure whether my memories of that trip are from the day itself or from the stories I heard about it over the years.
When I was in college, one of the highlights of coming back to Waco to visit family was a fishing trip with my dad and his friend Bernie Machovsky.
The 5th Annual South 40 Shootout Fishing Championship will be held at Lake Waco on March 25-26, with headquarters at the Twin Bridges Park boat ramp and weigh-in at the Extraco Events Center, located at 4601 Bosque Blvd. in Waco.
Lake Waco has long been known as an excellent crappie lake, and the Waco Bass Club’s Lake Waco Crappie Tournament has helped contribute to its legendary status. When I was growing up, it was wise to put money on the team of Charlie Pack and Dennis Hill to win.
With most things in life, there’s more than one right way to do something, and fishing is no exception.
After last week’s rains, I took a scouting trip to the South Bosque to see if anything was biting. As usually happens after a significant rain event, the water was flowing strong and pushing along sticks, vegetation, and other debris, and had the coloration of chocolate milk.
Well, it’s over. Except for the NFL combine and draft, and a few other anemic football-related events and news stories that’ll pop up from time to time, the football drought has begun, and it won’t end until the summer training camps open up and give some relief.
Except when there’s a hurricane blowing in, or the Spanish Armada is bearing down on the coastline, there’s never a bad time for a fishing trip to the beach.
Centex outdoorsman Gordon Collier, who supports his hunting habit by moonlighting as a KWTX Television news anchor, was debating last week whether or not to take one last trip to his Bosque County duck pond for a late-season hunt, when his 7 year-old lab, Willie, came up and nosed the needle into the “yes” column.
Most people won’t get off their butts and take action until it’s too late, and I’m afraid that’s what’s happening now.