Cold, damp, dark days recently have kept me inside. I want to be at my turkey lease scouting roosting birds. I want to be up the Guadalupe River chasing white bass. But instead I just sat on the couch listening to the frigid Arctic wind blowing. But I have many great memories to rehearse while waiting. Many of them have to do with great hunting and fishing partners down through the years. The outdoors is greatly enriched when you “do the stuff” with good friends.
I have recently written about San Marcos bass fisherman, Bobby Whiteside, so I will bypass him in this story. He is still the best fisherman I have ever been in the boat with.
The one partner that really instilled the outdoor passion in me was my dad. He and I, along with my brothers, were squirrel hunting experts. We had the best squirrel dogs in Jefferson County and spent endless hours in the Big Thicket of Southeast Texas. Also many catfish nights on the Sabine River with Dad are vivid memories. But I got married to Beth at age 20 and left home. So my hunting and fishing time with Dad then diminished.
