CCPSG

That stands for Comal County Parkinson's Support Group. I am not a member but Tommy (a.k.a. Daddytom) is and he invited me to New Braunfels, TX to attend a group picnic. I convinced my wife to drive us and we went. The bluebonnets were at their height then and cars were pulled over to the side of the road along Texas 105, US 290 and Texas 6 from Conroe to New Braunfels. The BBQ was good and I spent most of my time talking to Tommy's sons and playing Farkle with a couple of ladies from his group. The up shot is that I talked to Tommy about my boat and how I liked to fish. I told him he was welcome to come over and fish sometime with me. He expressed an interest.

Well, earlier this week he contacted me and was more enthusiastic about coming over so I invited him to come on over and we agreed to meet at my house at 7 am. I laid in some boat gas and a couple dozen night crawlers and waited.

At a little after 7 he showed up. It is a 3.5 - 4 hour drive so I was prepared to wait it out, knowing traffic's peculiarities. I was all ready and we lit out for the lake, only 5 minutes away. The motor was contentious but we finally got it started and proceeded out. Of the 22,000 plus acres of lake I had a spot in mind. We aimed for it and set a bee line. We were on the spot about 8 am. Tommy proceeded to catch the first fish, about a 1 lb channel cat. I didn't get a bite. When he caught his second fish, I was ready to pitch him over the rail. We moved about 100 feet over and after awhile I located them. It was close to 10 a.m. I proceeded to tie into them and Tommy could only watch.

I got him to cast where I was casting and he started to catch some himself. I meanwhile caught a 2.5-3 pounder and several in the 1lb range. The action tapered off to some barely mentionable smaller fish we referred to as WalMart fish (aquarium size that we claimed still had the UPC code on them), Bic size (you needed a pocket-protector for these babies, cigar, and hotdog (think of the size of a hotdog in a bun). Not one to feed such interlopers, I decided we had suffered enough (the sun was now scorching hot) and at 1:40 pm we headed in. We got the boat back on the trailer quite easily without ramming any docks or vehicles. We hit a seam in the Hwy 105 traffic and made our un-protected left-turn home. We hit a seam in the on-coming traffic and got a left-turn signal straight away and proceeded into the subdivision. While Tommy cleaned fish in the back yard, I put up the boat and the vehicles. After a brief respite, Tommy cooled off and decided to wearily head out while he could still keep his eyes open. It was a great day of fishing with my new friend. I got an email thankyou from him expressing the desire to have at it again soon. I can't wait.