Whoa Big Boy

Gladewater, Texas

Watch out if you ever own a tow vehicle. They can be ornery. About mid morning it seemed like a good day for a short ride around to get the lay of the land. Into the truck and away we go. Next thing I know the TRUCK grabbed the fuel pedal in its grill and took off. Before human control was established again, we were way down the road at this sign.

Oh well. Since we are there already we might as well enjoy the scenery. It is hard to tell where you are by the scenery. It looks the same all over the piney woods of the USA. Like a rut through the trees. It is not known just where this was taken, east Texas or Oklahoma.

It all looks alike.

At least there was a nice adventure after returning to Texas. As the route wound south on highway 271, there was a sign for a state park that had never had a visit from me. Now that control of the truck was in my hands again, we turned toward the state park for an exploration. It was a wonderful side trip. The park is in good condition and will be nice for a stay in the future.

The kids playground is fairly extensive down by the picnic/boat ramp/fishing pier area. This is the main piece of playground equipment. Nearby is a basketball goal and an area of mowed field that looks like a great place for kicking a ball around or flying kites.

Since some rain was falling, the team toured the camping sections of the park. It looked like they have some air conditioned cabins that they rent to visitors. The regular campsites are a bit short for big rigs. Comfort Castle is a short rig so it will fit in any of them. HE HE HE

When the rain ceased, it was back to the fishing pier. A rod and my tackle box were waiting to be used.

A fellow came up from the pier while my tackle was being rigged. He had a small stringer of my favorite southern fish, CRAPPIE. In this picture the little ones are ten+ inches long. The Texas minimum legal size is ten inches. The big’un is the largest my eyes have ever seen. Oh boy,it is going to be some first class eating at that fellows house tonight.

Now that pier was really needing my attention. Crappie fishing is my favorite kind of fishing in the world. Fresh sea run salmon is my first choice for eating, but it is a close race with crappie next. Third place is not even in sight. The pier is in a beautiful setting.

The catching was very good for the hour of my effort. However the rod and line in my possession at this time was WAY to heavy for good crappie catching. Three really fat crappie ended up on the pier. All three were ¼ inch too short to keep. About two dozen more hit my lures but the heavy line let them feel the resistance too soon and release the jig before they got hooked. Even with the wrong equipment, it was a great way to try to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM.