Life Is Good!

Fishin' was a passion for the ole ranch hand for as far back as he can remember.

Awesome summer days spent in total bliss without care or a sense of the passage of time.

Just a young boy, some crude angling paraphernalia, and free bait worms dug from the rich soil or grasshoppers captured amid the pasture grass. Watch that cork disappear, feel the throbbing surge of the wriggling varmit on the opposite end, and life was good.

Never "owned" a fishing place. Just always dreamed of it.

Near bout four years ago the Tin Star became home. It came with a pond of sorts, but it was silted in from eons of drainage down the creek bed and overgrown with brush.

Finally scraped together enough coins to have the tank cleaned out and reshaped only to find central Texas in drought (think dusty dry pond).

Started raining a few months back and has steady rained since to the point that the pond has been flowing over the spillway for quite a spell.

Now the good part: Went to the feed store in Florence this morn and ordered 100 hybrid bluegill bream, 100 hybrid bass, and about 500 fathead minnows for delivery in about three weeks. Yeah, they will only be 3-4 inches long to start, but it will be a life long dream fulfilled.

Life is good, JRM!