Learning to Fish in Texas - Taught by the Greats

I grew up in Texas and stayed at myalong with a hundred other thrill seekers, hoping to
grandmothers' house all week during thecatch the "big" one. We were ushered into the
summers. My grandparents loved to go fishing.bowel of the boat for the 3 hour trip to the
They fished, probably, every lake in Texas,fishing spot predesignated by the captain. At
before their passing.Vacations for me were goingdawn we were awakened by the captain and told
with my grandparents on their vacations, whichwe were at our destination. I was actually looking
was always a fishing trip to Lake Dallas orforward to fishing for the "big" one, until I walked
Texoma Lake. George and Billie were die-hardthe stairs to the main deck to view more water
fishermen. They started before dawn, in the darkthan I ever imagined seeing. There was no land in
and loaded their aluminum boat with all of theirsight. Immediately, my stomach was in my throat
gear. I usually fell back asleep in the boat and didand I knew I was in trouble. I ran back downstairs
not wake up until we were at their favorite spotto use the potty and was greeted by a sign
on the lake. I always felt they knew every nookstating " Go to the side of the boat if you are
and cranny the the sand bass or big mouth basssick". This made me even sicker. There was no
were hiding. We would stay in the boat on theway I was going to throw up in front of 100
lake all day, just coming in for a short break orstrangers. Not today, not ever.Somehow I was
sandwich and then back to fishing. As a child, Iable to hold this sickness all day. We did not catch
loved to fish, but probably not as much as theythe big one. A storm came up and the captain
did.When we went fishing it was the norm toturned the boat around and headed for shore. I
bring home hundreds (or it seemed like hundreds)did not realize that the captain had been drinking
of fish, that my grandfather would carefully scalebeer all day and was driving the boat like a
and clean to be put into the freezer for amaniac. Once we were on land, we drove home.
wonderful fish fry at a later date. I wasn'tIt took me two days to get over the sea
particularly fond of fried fish at that time of mysickness and to this day I have not been back to
life. Back in the 50s, fileting fish wasn't done asdeep sea fish.I do love to fish on a much smaller
often as it is today. Almost always, I would chokescale. I used to think my grandmother was
on the tiny bones in the fish, even when I wasdragged to the lake to fish. I once told her when I
extremely careful.Probably one of mygrew up, I would see to it that she had a real
grandparents greatest adventures was the timevacation. she laughed and said, "Honey, I love to
when my Uncle Ted took them to the Gulf offish and would not want to vacation any other
Mexico to deep sea fish. My grandparents wereway." Until the day my grandmother passed
like two little children in their excitement andaway, she would go to her little cabin at Lake
prospect of fishing the big ocean. They broughtDallas and stay and fish by herself.
home an ice chest full of fish, including a redShe truly loved to fish!Michele Graham-CEO and
snapper as I remember. As an adult, my husbandowner of Professional Healthcare Management has
and I were also treated to a deep sea fishing trip41 years in the healthcare industry. She writes
by Uncle Ted. My husband, who loved to fish asabout business issues in all businesses and the
well, was beside himself.We awoke at midnight tohealthcare field as well. She also likes to write
drive to the party boat my uncle had rented,about her life experiences.