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This is the story of how my obsession with this park came to be ...
(cue blurry, daydreamy type visual, referencing a flash back)
I grew up in Victoria, fishing Port O'Connor and Seadrift. Both were 30 minutes away. I go to college in Kingsville, and have access to Baffin Bay, which is also 30 minutes away.
THEN IT HAPPENED.
The cruel mistress known as Houston beckons me to her with visions of work and salaries. After living here for two weeks I decided that enough was enough, I needed to go fishing. But to my dismay, nobody at work fished or could offer any insight at all to a walk-in type fisherman with no boat or kayak.
After a little on-line research (2cool & westend) I determined that I would need to start simple and teach myself the bay system by wading the state park. Now, I mentioned the first two places to you specifically to point out that I am very used to walking in to the bay and having access to miles of shoreline and reefs. Having said this I was more than discouraged about fishing from the banks of a state park.
THEN IT HAPPENED .... AGAIN
After fishing the bank of Lake Como based upon a recommendation from ranger rick, I was skunked and irritated. I decided to hang it up for the day and loaded up the truck. As I am leaving the park I turn right to check out a small bayou I had seen on the map. The spot was empty of any other anglers so I thought to myself, why not? Five minutes of fishing never hurt anybody. That five minutes turned into five hours as I caught a mixture of over 30 reds and black drum. Not all keepers but a consistent bite that left me craving more.
Since that day 3 years ago I have been fishing that park like a mad-man, hunting down the rush of adrenaline I was gifted with that day. Some days have been good, others were stinkers, but I am amazed how one day of fishing can affect your outlook on life.
Have a good one friends, and see ya at the park.
(cue blurry, daydreamy type visual, referencing a flash back)
I grew up in Victoria, fishing Port O'Connor and Seadrift. Both were 30 minutes away. I go to college in Kingsville, and have access to Baffin Bay, which is also 30 minutes away.
THEN IT HAPPENED.
The cruel mistress known as Houston beckons me to her with visions of work and salaries. After living here for two weeks I decided that enough was enough, I needed to go fishing. But to my dismay, nobody at work fished or could offer any insight at all to a walk-in type fisherman with no boat or kayak.
After a little on-line research (2cool & westend) I determined that I would need to start simple and teach myself the bay system by wading the state park. Now, I mentioned the first two places to you specifically to point out that I am very used to walking in to the bay and having access to miles of shoreline and reefs. Having said this I was more than discouraged about fishing from the banks of a state park.
THEN IT HAPPENED .... AGAIN
After fishing the bank of Lake Como based upon a recommendation from ranger rick, I was skunked and irritated. I decided to hang it up for the day and loaded up the truck. As I am leaving the park I turn right to check out a small bayou I had seen on the map. The spot was empty of any other anglers so I thought to myself, why not? Five minutes of fishing never hurt anybody. That five minutes turned into five hours as I caught a mixture of over 30 reds and black drum. Not all keepers but a consistent bite that left me craving more.
Since that day 3 years ago I have been fishing that park like a mad-man, hunting down the rush of adrenaline I was gifted with that day. Some days have been good, others were stinkers, but I am amazed how one day of fishing can affect your outlook on life.
Have a good one friends, and see ya at the park.
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