I caught my first fish at about age 8 or 9 -- two small perch -- fishing in the Guadalupe River be-tween Seguin and New Braunfels. I was hooked.
Later, again visiting my grandmother on the Guadalupe, I strolled down barefooted early one morn-ing to the little store there that sold milk, bread, bacon, and bait. I bought a Grapette soda for a dime and went outside. Through the early morning mist, I could dimly see people gathered near the dock. That was unusual this early. Something was happening.