Stuck
Shortly after our first meeting, we, me and my ex, had Bob Baugh, one of my customers and his wife out to dinner and were enjoying a pleasant evening, when the phone rang. It was Randy, now a Baptist...
View ArticleThe Black River
Arizona summers can be brutal with their heat, July especially and this particular one in 1973 was really brutal! Temps in the hundred and twenties to twenty-five, not much wind and frequent,...
View ArticleSurprise
This year, 2011, Easter Sunday is very late falling on April 24th, but in 1978 Easter was very early, March 26th and that year my family and I took this opportunity to come back home to Houston for...
View ArticleThe Race Was On
With no wind, calm seas and high humidity everything was real close and if you live along the Gulf of Mexico, you know exactly what that means! At sunup, as we reached the end of the Galveston...
View ArticleSpecs Along The Channel
August is probably the hottest month along the upper Texas coast with the water in the shallow bays, East and West Galveston Bay and Christmas Bay, heating up to the mid eighties causing the big trout...
View ArticleHouston Ship Channel Redux
Encouraged by our recent success at catching over a dozen large speckled trout along the Houston Ship Channel, we, my dad, my uncle, G.A. Pyland, aka “Unkie”, decided to try our luck at the same...
View ArticleFroggin’
What is it best called, frog hunting, gigging, grabbing or shooting? I’ll choose just plain froggin’. It is the most different of all the hunting/fishing sports. Thinking about it, I have never...
View ArticleGig E'm
All day long I had been trying to get a hold of my son, Randy, to help me with a sticky problem on my blog. Finally, in the evening he called me, very frustrated. He had “snuck” off and gone...
View ArticleThe Biggest Pull Yet
Several times Bob Baugh and I took a course of around two hundred degrees out of the Freeport Jetties, to a block of oil rigs, sixty-five miles out into the Gulf of Mexico. Our objective was the...
View ArticleRoughing It
During the summer of 1973, Jake Schroder and I, and our families, were invited to spend a weekend at a 100 acre private lake in Central Arizona, just below Thumb Butte. We hitched his original Skeeter...
View ArticleScouting For Doves
Since dove season opened up in two more Saturdays, Bill Priddy and I had gone up to our McCulloch County hunting lease to check out the prospects. A lot of birds were flying around, prospects looked...
View ArticleThe Big Country – A Record On Doves
In the late 1990’s, the town of Millersview, Texas consisted of a one pump, gas station/feed store, a Post Office and a WW II memorial. Millersview is in the part of west Texas known as “The Big...
View ArticleTwo Weddings And A Hanging
Two hundred and thirty-five years ago, July 4, 1776, our country proclaimed its freedom from England and I thought it fitting to relate another family story about my 5G Grandfather, William Murrill and...
View ArticleLinnie Ross (Sanders) Wallace
Sometime back on my blog I posted stories about my great grandfather’s, Brinson Bryan and Shaw Wallace. No reminiscence of my youth would be complete without a mention of my grandmother, Linnie...
View ArticleWhat A Time For A Bath
Three weeks before, we, Tommy Walker, Norman Shelter and I, had returned from the Lake Guerro area, in Mexico, where we had enjoyed a truly fabulous white wing dove hunt! With their twenty gauge,...
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