I decided to go fishing yesterday. It was a good time. I got a cheap little pole and spinner combo and picked out some sinkers, a spoon lure, and some bait hooks and some bobbers. First place I went was a dead end street and a little creek. I put a piece of hot dog on the bait hook and plopped it down next to a deeper spot hoping to catch a cat fish. I immediately got a hit but it was a turtle so I had to reel him in and let him bite my finger while I pulled the hook out. That sucked and upon looking around more I decided the creek was populated by nothing but turtles so I left and went to the Brazos River and parked under an overpass. (Pics related.) That was very cool because I found that if I hiked a ways down I could be completely secluded but it was a very difficult hike as it's all tough country. I got my legs scraped up but I found a nice spot and proceeded to use my spoon lure. I must have cast a half dozen times when I think I snagged something like a tree. I let out the drag but no it was taking my line out to the bottom. I decided this must be another turtle and decided to fight him on shore to let him go. Sure enough at one point he crested the water on his side and by the looks of it he was a giant softshell snapper. Eventually I got frustrated straining the limits of my line and little pole and I broke the line.
Did a little swimming and saw a guy on a canoe. Now I want a canoe. Then I saw another fisherman and we smoked some bud which was very good. Good day. Still sun burnt though.