Another week of people going off the deep end and spreading grief.  Another week of biblical floods after a summer of biblical fires.  I can only hope this isnt leading up to record snowfall in south texas.  We dont own any cold weather clothes not do we have a place to buy any.  We pretty much live in Bermuda shorts and tennis shoes.

Tomorrow I am going fishing.  It has been a while since I did that.  I have all the equipment, just havent made the effort to go.  Cant fish in the gulf because I dont know the fish that live there and could easily eat something that is poisonous and wouldnt even know it.  I like river bank fishing.  I like to sit down on a river bank, bait my hook, toss it out there a few feet and set back and just wait.  I like watching a cork or bobber, whichever you call it in your neck of the woods.  There is something soothing about just sitting on a river bank and occasionally spitting or even cussing if you are so inclined.  There seems to be more happening all the time that would cause me to cuss.  Our local lake has practically dried up but they said in the paper over the weekend that folks were catching a lot of catfish.  Catfish is a fish that I enjoy eating.  I enjoy catching a catfish because you dont have to work too hard to entice him to bite.  You normally just have to put a bit of chicken liver on the hook, toss it in the water and sit there and wait.  You dont have to do a lot of casting as you would have to do when fly fishing.  Fly fishing looks super cool but you have to have so much equipment to do it.  Unless you are Brad Pitt in ” A River Runs thru It” then you have to have waders, one of those little baskets to hang around your neck, a special hat that has hundreds of artificial fly pinned on it, and about a $ 300 rod and reel.  Then, unless you are BP and catch a lunker, you have to settle for a little old trout that is too small to keep or the river is a catch and release river.  I remember in an earlier time we ate what we caught. Too damned bad about the size and there was little of that catch and release business.  Most of the time, we caught and cooked, and ate right after that.  Fried sun perch, with the meat scraped off the bones onto a piece of white bread is a pretty darn good snack.  I, of course, will adhere to state game regulations and only keep the first 25 catfish I catch that exceed 12 inches in length.  Or, I will stop at the BBQ joint on the way home and have some brisket, with fat on it, and some potato salad.  And a piece of two of white bread and some onion slices.  And some ice tea. 

I hope the fish are biting tomorrow.

Chuy, fisher of men.