When I returned to SW Missouri in 2005, I found myself in need of an activity to fill my spare time.
Not that I enjoy a bunch of spare time, my students keep me quite busy, but “me” time. You know the fun times to refresh your soul and make you smile.
I grew up in a small town south of Houston, Texas, called Galveston. Galveston is not so small now but then the beachside city was purposely underdeveloped and simply a quaint little drinking town with a fishing problem.
Catching a Red Drum Sciaenops ocellatus or “Redfish” the size of your arm or King Mackerel Scomberomorus cavalla the size of your leg was common and expected.
Just a few weeks ago I caught a nice Gafftopsail Catfish Bagre marinus 22 inches long and weighed 10+ pounds while on a summer trip with my students to Galveston.
Moving to SW MO mildly invoked memories of catching tiny Green Sunfish Lepomis cyanellus in Kellogg Lake or maybe a modest Black Crappie Pomoxis nigromaculatus or Channel Catfish Ictalurus punctatus in Stockton Lake. Please don’t rush to hating on me about Missouri fishing since I have a later confession to declare.