Learning to Fish in Texas - Taught by the Greats

I grew up in Texas and stayed at my grandmothers'other thrill seekers, hoping to catch the "big" one. We
house all week during the summers. My grandparentswere ushered into the bowel of the boat for the 3
loved to go fishing. They fished, probably, every lake inhour trip to the fishing spot predesignated by the
Texas, before their passing.Vacations for me werecaptain. At dawn we were awakened by the captain
going with my grandparents on their vacations, whichand told we were at our destination. I was actually
was always a fishing trip to Lake Dallas or Texomalooking forward to fishing for the "big" one, until I walked
Lake. George and Billie were die-hard fishermen. Theythe stairs to the main deck to view more water than I
started before dawn, in the dark and loaded theirever imagined seeing. There was no land in sight.
aluminum boat with all of their gear. I usually fell backImmediately, my stomach was in my throat and I knew
asleep in the boat and did not wake up until we wereI was in trouble. I ran back downstairs to use the potty
at their favorite spot on the lake. I always felt theyand was greeted by a sign stating " Go to the side of
knew every nook and cranny the the sand bass or bigthe boat if you are sick". This made me even sicker.
mouth bass were hiding. We would stay in the boat onThere was no way I was going to throw up in front of
the lake all day, just coming in for a short break or100 strangers. Not today, not ever.Somehow I was
sandwich and then back to fishing. As a child, I loved toable to hold this sickness all day. We did not catch the
fish, but probably not as much as they did.When webig one. A storm came up and the captain turned the
went fishing it was the norm to bring home hundredsboat around and headed for shore. I did not realize that
(or it seemed like hundreds) of fish, that mythe captain had been drinking beer all day and was
grandfather would carefully scale and clean to be putdriving the boat like a maniac. Once we were on land,
into the freezer for a wonderful fish fry at a later date.we drove home. It took me two days to get over the
I wasn't particularly fond of fried fish at that time of mysea sickness and to this day I have not been back to
life. Back in the 50s, fileting fish wasn't done as oftendeep sea fish.I do love to fish on a much smaller scale.
as it is today. Almost always, I would choke on the tinyI used to think my grandmother was dragged to the
bones in the fish, even when I was extremelylake to fish. I once told her when I grew up, I would see
careful.Probably one of my grandparents greatestto it that she had a real vacation. she laughed and said,
adventures was the time when my Uncle Ted took"Honey, I love to fish and would not want to vacation
them to the Gulf of Mexico to deep sea fish. Myany other way." Until the day my grandmother passed
grandparents were like two little children in theiraway, she would go to her little cabin at Lake Dallas
excitement and prospect of fishing the big ocean.and stay and fish by herself.
They brought home an ice chest full of fish, including aShe truly loved to fish!Michele Graham-CEO and
red snapper as I remember. As an adult, my husbandowner of Professional Healthcare Management has 41
and I were also treated to a deep sea fishing trip byyears in the healthcare industry. She writes about
Uncle Ted. My husband, who loved to fish as well, wasbusiness issues in all businesses and the healthcare
beside himself.We awoke at midnight to drive to thefield as well. She also likes to write about her life
party boat my uncle had rented, along with a hundredexperiences.