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.
Hardly a week goes by in Central Texas that doesn’t include a nice weather day. My Yankee relatives are constantly telling me about the snow drifts blocking their doorways, the sub-freezing temperatures even during daytime hours, and the next wave of winter weather heading their way.
Travis Bailey’s life has been positively impacting the lives of disabled Texans for three decades, and on Feb. 4, his “Really Big Fishing Event for Really Special People” will celebrate its 30th anniversary.
Almost two dozen people participated in the Central Texas Audubon Society’s annual Christmas bird count on Saturday, Dec. 31.
Congratulations to everybody who’s reading this for crossing over into 2017. The New Year holiday is a time to look backward and forward at the same time, which can sometimes make a person cross-eyed. But sometimes it’s easy.
The overnight freezing rain and sleet left an icy glaze on the streets, trees, power lines and anything else that didn’t have the ability to find a way indoors, and conditions won’t improve for at least a couple of days.
Mother Neff State Park is hosting its sixth annual First Day Hike to kick off the new year, inviting new and returning visitors to embark on a guided walk.
December is one of pro striper guide Clay Yadon’s favorite times of year to fish. Not only are Lake Whitney’s striped bass strapping on the feed bags, but they’re also turning their attention to artificial baits, meaning he doesn’t have to hit the lake at 2:30 in the morning to catch shad for the bait tank.
You know how you’re supposed to drive cautiously in and around school zones? Well, this time of year, it’s wise to drive with caution even when you’re out in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night.
As far as I’m concerned, except for when a hurricane is blowing in, there’s never a bad time to be at the coast.
Testing a fence to see whether or not it’s hog-proofed is easy: Just take a bucket of water and throw it at the fence. If any water gets through, so can a hog.
I grew up loving the outdoors, but living in town. Fortunately, it didn’t take more than ten minutes to get to the lake, but I always wished I could actually live in the wilderness.