As One Door Closes...
It was a beautiful December day, the kind that makes poets pen lines like “There’s nothing as welcome as winter sun.” And the fish were biting.
Bruce Monroe and I had rented a boat from Mr. Cooper, who ran a bait shop and boat rental livery at the southeast end of the low water bridge over upper Lake Austin. Bruce had a small outboard motor. We were in a Lone Star semi-V aluminum fishing boat.
Bruce said we were going to fish for perch. Big perch. In swift water. Huh? I had never done that. But this was the first time I had fished from a boat in Central Texas, and I was willing to learn.
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