Well, it’s the season. Avoid it if possible.
A recent column told about fishing when my Labrador nearly capsized our canoe late one December afternoon. She saw me casting and thought I had thrown something for her to retrieve. When my lure hit the water, she was assured of it and launched. Swimming into the line with a large fish on one end of it and me on the other, she snapped the line
One April, my wife and I were kayak-fishing off the Intracoastal Waterway near the Aransas National Wildlife Refuge. We had hitched a ride across open water from Rockport on a tour boat taking a birding group to the rookery islands.
Memories of outdoor adventures and misadventures could fill a book. I hope you are banking a treasury of them to savor at family get togethers. They’re priceless.