Everyone who has fished for any period of time has "home waters" that hold a special place in their heart. Here is the story of mine.
I grew up in a small town on the edge of the Texas Hill Country. We didn't have much money growing up, so instead of spending our summers at theme parks or playing video games, we were outside. If we went somewhere, it was somewhere free. But did we care or know any different? No. In fact I would argue that my brother and sisters and I had a better childhood than anyone else I know.
|A huge largemouth I caught in the San Marcos a few years ago|
|My brother relaxing by the fire on one of our camping trips on the river|
|Mike with fresh caught breakfast on another camping trip down the river|
|Mo with a nice San Marcos River largemouth|
|Good Smallies can be caught in the River as well|
Norman Maclean had the Big Black Foot and I have the San Marcos River. And although I would never compare myself to him in terms of writing or fly fishing ability, I too know how a river can become a part of you. Although my home waters are relatively small, they are, and always will be, a large part of me.