Sorry for the absence, folks. It’s been a busy month for the wife and I between weekend trips, the usual stuff, and I even started a new job. My plan is to get back to doing this more often, but no promises. (Pictures at the bottom if you’re more into visuals).
At the end of September I had the opportunity to take a little fishing trip down to Galveston with a few friends. Much like I’ve mentioned in other posts, fishing is similar to hunting. No matter how much work you put in, how good your gear is, or how good your spot is, sometimes it’s just not your day.
Two of the guys live there, so my best friend and I loaded his truck on a Friday after work and made the trek out east. The drive sucked. We left San Antonio around 6 p.m. and didn’t get there until 11:30.
Oh well. We had a quick night cap with our host and hit the sack. That 4:45am alarm came quick.
We hopped out of bed, got ourselves together, and headed out to pick up the boat from storage. This part of the trip included a stop at Buccee’s, which I normally avoid, for gas, miscellaneous supplies, and a boudin kolache. I’ve got to say that visiting a mostly empty Buccee’s is a strange experience.
We made it to the Texas City Dike boat ramp a little before 6am. The world was slowly starting to brighten with the coming dawn and we could see ominous rain clouds looking down from above, to go with a harsh breeze blowing across the bay. We hung back for a while to see if the weather would pass, but the wind only seemed to grow stronger.
In fact, we watched some of the ballsier boats head out into the bay and saw them bobbing like ducks. You know those scenes in movies about sailing where it’s storming and the boat slowly climbs up over the crest of a wave only to do a vertical nose-dive on the way back down? It was kind of like that.
After the lightning picked up and the rain spat on us, we decided to call it for the morning and went to eat Mexican food instead. We spent the day watching college football until we finally had a break in the weather and rushed out onto the boat for a little fishing action.
We nearly had a Texas slam within 30 minutes of reaching our first spot, thanks to a quick flounder and red fish catch, however none of the specks we caught were long enough. Oh well. We still had a hell of a time.
Big thanks to our friends, who served as our guides for the weekend, Donald Anderson and Jeremie Collier. We had a blast and can’t wait to do it again.
