I think my earliest memories as a child are fishing with my grandfather down on the Texas Gulf Coast, between the two small fishing communities of Seadrift and Port O’Connor. I must have swallowed just enough saltwater over the course of those early years to keep it permanently coursing through my veins. I haven’t been able to wander too far away ever since. I have spent years in the many back lakes in this area, casting to tailing or cruising redfish. It’s hard to describe the feeling of adrenaline that rushes in when you see that redfish cruising the shallows, make a cast, and watch him turn on it in a torpedo-like motion just before he grabs onto it. And then there’s the distinct, solid thump of that hungry speckled trout, when she latches onto your croaker or inhales that soft plastic as you twitch it a few times, then let it drop. All of these are techniques I’ve learned over the years, many on my own, and others through the vast knowledge of other experienced anglers.