About that time things went from bad to worse. My father reaches back and whips the half oz rattle trap towards the shoreline. Only to discover the line had wrapped around the rod tip and sent the lure straight down towards the front of the boat...

Growing up a favorite pastime of mine was daydreaming each class away. Instead of learning algebra, I was in some remote corner of the globe chasing trophy fish. While the list of preplanned trips was endless, there was one journey I spent more time thinking about it than any of the others combined. Catching big bull redfish in the marsh.

In recent years, I have loved bridging the gap between the end of deer season and the start of turkey season by chasing cold water trout. Even though I am terrible at catching them, getting out in the cold late February air and chasing them around the skinny streams of the hill country has become a great seasonal tradition of mine.