The first FishOn! Bank fishing tournament was such a success, organizer Andre Bravo is going back for seconds.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

When the fish aren’t biting or the quarry is hunkered down, anglers and hunters tend to turn their focus to the simple enjoyment of being outdoors, remembering the phrase, “A bad day of fishing is still better than a good day in the coal mines.”

A man who lived through the Great Depression once told me that until you’ve had nothing, you can’t truly appreciate the things you have. By the same token, until you’ve done one of the most dangerous and stressful jobs in the world, you can’t fully grasp the value of a relaxing day of fishing.

It’s always nice to see Central Texans in the news for good reasons, and since I’ve been writing this column, Alton Jones has provided some amazingly good stories. Now, Jones’ son Alton, Jr. — also known as “Little Alton” among people who know the family — is hitting the headlines, too.

As the calendar flips into October, there will likely be a lot more open tables at area sports bars and fewer butts filling football stadium seats, as Central Texas hunters make some tough decisions about where to spend their time.