Wayne Harrison wrote:

` nothin personal, of course, and in total awareness of the great
contributions the lone star state has made in so many ways, in the
war
between the states, and in music history over the last hundred years,
or so;
but i must say, i'll be damned if i could live happily in a place
that
subjects its inhabitants to such relentless hell, weatherwise.

I dunno ... I figure there's just different degrees of hell. Around
here, during November, December, January, February and March, we're as
likely to have a 70 degree day as not. April and May are almost always
nice, as are September and October.

It's in June, July and August that we pay the price. :-}

FWIW, I got some time on the water yesterday a.m. The rivers are
running high from recent rains, so I headed out to my favorite cove on
Lake Travis. It was chilly (about 48 when I got to the water) and the
wind was blowing hard (and from the N/NE). I tried ff'ing, but it was
pretty much as waste of time. When I switched over to my ultralight
spinning rig, I had excellent luck tossing wolly buggers and damselfly
nymphs tied on 1/16 oz. jig heads.

I caught close to a dozen bass, most in the 12" range, with one guy
who pushed 15". While I was fishing, a van pulled up, and out popped a
half-dozen kids all armed with fishing gear. They immediately headed
in my direction, and being the curmudgeon that I am, I was grumbling
under my breath about them invading my fishing space.

They turned out to be great kids; they respected my "space", and I
wound up helping them rig up and catch a few fish. (It didn't hurt
that I continued catching fish the whole time they were there. :-) It
reminded my of the first time I took my nephews fishing, and I have to
admit that my crusty, old-fart attitude softened considerably after
hanging out with them a while.


Chuck Vance