On Sunday morning I was returning from a bass fishing trip in Decautor, Texas with friends that my wife and I had made when we last had a cruise out of Galveston, Texas in July of last year. I had a great time. I enjoyed the banter amoung the camping fisherman. The eternal campfire was tended with respect and joy as it provided light, warmth, and sustenance for all who gathered around its inviting smokey glow. It cooked up beans, bacon, onions, and chicken to suffice us until the bountiful harvest of the lake produced fresh bass, perch, and catfish. Although the camp provided no ameneties other than the lake, fish, and dead wood no one in our camp mustered up nary a complaint. It was all about the fishing, eating, and friends both old an new.
I was the oldster of the crew. One member was a cohort in the same trucking company as the the friend that invited me and the last man was an entrepreneur of the housing market. All were married and all were in their thirties with families. One had nine children. (Boy did I take a deep breath when I heard that one!) The common link between us all was the fact that we were there. I did not even grab a pole the whole time at the camp. Between keeping the coffee percolator going and tending to the fire by gathering wood I managed to do very little else while continuing to have a good time watching the antics of good friends on a fishing trip. Each had an embarrassing story to tell about each other. Always the last topping the former. Guffaws often turned to tears because our sides hurt from laughter and our smile muscles were getting a work out as well.
Because it is a natural camping area with out any services provided each participant brought a truck load of items. In fact I ordered items from Cabela’s last evening just because of the fishing weekend. One can never have enough cast iron when working around a fire pit. It will be nice to have my ordered items for the Cub Scout crossover ceremony scheduled for the 14th of May upcoming.
The events of the last weekend gave me hope for the future. It has been said that everyone needs something to look forward to. Always have a plan for the future. Our family had a plan for this years vacation and it started the next day after our last cruise. Now the new trip is planned and paid for through family involvement and self sacrifice. I purchased the items from Cabela’s with a plan for the future. Kellen’s Cub Scout crossover ceremony will only be one of many in the years to come. I plan on being at every campout with cast iron in tow. I also purchased the items for the next time that I go on a guerilla fishing trip in Decautor, Texas with my cruise friend, his cohort and the entrepreneur. I have something to look forward to outside of family but still in a warm and fun atmosphere. I think I finally found some Texas friends. I am truly a lucky fellow.
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