By JIM DARNELL
Sweat was pouring off of me, soaking my fishing shirt. It was 11 a.m. and I was on Lake Bastrop chasing schooling bass.
No breeze was blowing.
“This is just too hot,” I thought. “It’s time to fish a river.”
I hadn’t fished rivers much this summer since my fishing buddy Mike Schlimgen had been gone for about three months. He and his wife Diane had been in Wisconsin, Colorado, Oregon and Montana visiting their kids and relatives.
But Mike was home now and was disappointed with the fishing in the San Marcos River.