It has been more than a while since I have gone fishing. But, that changed last week when my friend Paul Sinclair invited me to join him on a fishing adventure to Matagorda Bay. Of course, I said yes to his invitation — without hesitation.
Paul is from a family that loves adventure and appreciate how adventure can bring men together. I have lots of fond memories of previous fishing excursions with Paul and his brothers and his late dad, Holloway. Holloway and I traveled the world together to do the kind of fishing Jesus called Simon and Andrew to do. But, I digress. Back to Matagorda Bay.
I was happy when Paul told me that Captain Keith Phillips of Red Fish Matagorda would serve as our guide. Keith knows Matagorda Bay and he knows fishing. He has a quiet confidence that comes from years of experience. He thinks like a fish and always seems to know just exactly where to anchor his boat and just exactly where to cast the line.
We arrived at Matagorda Bay early last Friday morning. Fortunately for us, the last of the cold front was hanging around for a bit longer. Layered up against the cold wind, we boarded Captain’s Keith boat and moved with anticipation to a spot that would yield lots of fish.
Captain Keith picked a spot that looked promising, anchored his boat, and put generous chunks of bait on the hooks. And then, one by one, he cast the lines against the cold wind so that each one landed just shy of a grassy shoreline.
It was only minutes before I sensed something toying with the bait on my line. And then wham! Fish on! I reeled in a nice Black Drum, the first of four I would catch. From then on Paul, David, Thomas, and I continued to reel in the fish — Black Drum and Red Fish — until we reached our limit before noon.
Captain Keith had done it again. He had led us to the right spot. We never moved. We just reeled in the fish and only tossed one back.
With a full ice chest and the wind just a little warmer, we headed back to the dock. There, Captain Keith cleaned and filleted all of the fish and divided up the fillets and throats in zip lock bags. Each of us went home with lots of fish.
Beyond the fishing, it was just a great morning to be out on the water with guys that enjoy adventure. This was my first time to fish with Thomas but one of the good things about fishing is that it makes it so easy to bond with the guys on the boat.
I have spent so much time out of the country this year and some enjoyable days at our cabin in Big Bend that it was fun to return to Matagorda Bay.
I remain grateful to live in the Lone Star State and enjoy all that it has to offer — from the Gulf of Mexico to the Chihuahuan Desert and from the Rio Grande Valley to the wide spaces of the Panhandle. I am blessed, indeed.