Outdoors: Recent outing brings back fond memories
The drive through the Hill Country in the dark to Inks Dam was tense.
A light mist made the roads slick, and I was driving through areas that have the densest populations of white-tailed deer on planet earth. Pulling a boat made it extra tricky.
I was on the way to speak at a Men’s Retreat at Camp Buckner near Kingsland. I had left a day early to meet the pastor, so we could fish for white bass on the Colorado arm of Lake Lyndon B. Johnson below Inks Dam.
I had called the pastor the week before and said, “Since you are going to the camp a day early, why don’t I bring my boat, and let’s fish Friday morning?” He jumped on that opportunity like a duck on a June bug.