It started the day before. The trash talk. My mom and I. “You are probably too old to find the river, and even if you did you would probably fall in and I would have to save you,” I said to her. “I’ve caught more fish than you knew existed in the world,” she answered. “I don’t want to hear excuses, and don’t be shocked when I become famous,” I added.
Texas river fishing. Again. Even though we talk it’s really just about being out there. It’s perfect. Private land. An offshoot section of water. A lot of fish. A hundred degree day, so the big fish are deep and I only throw the dry fly, so I’m after the young and crazy.