So Preston and I embark on our first Dad-Son fishing trip Saturday......we were delayed. Delayed by the "thunderstorms will assuredly be east of I-35" bogus forecast from ALL weather sources! Needless to say it stormed Saturday morning. Instead of launching at 6:30am, we launched at almost 8am......not cool when you are on the clock with Mamma expecting you home early.
And we began to fish. In Texas we are blessed with an awesome fishery. Largemouth, white bass, catfish, crappie, sunfish can all be found within 30 min of the house. Saltwater: a 5 hr drive to the coast and you can load the boat with snapper, grouper, kingfish, wahoo, tuna and dolphin.
Saturday (with 4 yr old in tow)----we didn't care----we just wanted to 1) hold his attention, 2) keep him dry. The white bass cooperated. We caught 50, kept 31 and it was a blast. I'd hook one, Preston would reel it in.
Then the wind started.
Nice.......real nice Mr. Weatherman. Did you really even study meteorology or were you a criminal justice major with a minor in flipping burgers? GEEEEEEZ!
Forecast was for SW winds at 12. It blew 37. Not even close. We broke rivets, we broke the console, we hit stumps, we even took on a few waves. It took us an hour to get to the boat ramp 4 miles away a trip that usually takes less than 10 min. I listened carefully, and at one time thought I heard the Ballad of the Edmund Fitzgerald......but I can't be sure.
Anyway, Preston had a blast and that's all that counts.
Now it's time to catfish!
