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.

My first idea and best was kayaking. The problem after 10 years is that I have become myopic when on the water and have completely discounted the primal purpose for man to be on the water… fishing!familyfloat copy

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.

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