ADVENTURES

TEXAS FISHING

Bucket List Item # 2 for My Beloved was a bass fishing trip. I'll let you know immediately, this went a lot better than the hog hunting.
We had 2 days to get to the scheduled fishing date, which was perfect, as it was a 2 day drive. A quick breakfast before leaving Gonzales was in order: trouble being, there were no restaurants that served breakfast in Gonzales. We asked around, to find that we were wrong: there was a place....
An ambitious and talented family had converted an old gas station and made it into the perfect tiny breakfast shop. Mexican food being their specialty, home made, perfect tortillas was their crowning glory. Breakfast for two included coffee, and delectable tortillas wrapped around perfect scrambled eggs and bacon, all for the grand sum of $5.99.
Truth be told, the best meal I had the whole trip (although, the chocolate milkshake at Denny's was pretty darn awesome). I was greatly disappointed that I could not take a dozen warm tortillas with me.
Avoiding the interstate as much as possible, we headed out to find another small town called Alba to go fishing. We drove north through east Texas: lovely landscape with green and trees and cattle.

We drove,

and drove,

and drove. I got the biggest kick out of how they pruned the trees from the power lines: clear, straight cuts that left 1/2 a tree in places. (see above - do you see the tree on the left?)

We found Alba, but had trouble with the back roads to get to the resort. Thankfully, they answered their phone, and like every person and business in Texas we dealt with, the lady I spoke to was polite, gracious and very patient. She assured us that we needed to look for 'Tiffany's Restaurant', and there we'd be.

Well, we found the place, but passed it several times, as we were looking for 'Tiffany's Restaurant' in vain.

I don't see 'Tiffany's' on this place, do you?

The fishing place stated they were a resort; having never been to a fishing resort, I was surprised at the mix of practicality and nice this place offered. They had a well stocked fishing supply store, and a row of nice rooms to offer.

Our room was clean and nicely furnished, if you discounted the extremely dehydrated, deceased frog under the end table, poor guy.

The next morning, bright and early, My Beloved met with the guide who took him out fishing.
While they were out fishing, I took a walk to find that many people had trailers and mobile homes parked around the lake area; most studiously and smartly wrapped in screened porches. I can only imagine the many happy hours that families have spent here.

And I'm including this picture below, just because I like the colour combination on this place:

The fishing guide, who'd been born in Texas, had lived in California for a while when he was younger, so did not have the California prejudice that we'd run into before. My happy Beloved thoroughly enjoyed himself, catching 12 bass total, 2 of which were around 5 1/2 pounds.

Catch and release was the name of the game that day; we did not have fish for dinner.
Bucket List accomplished: we had 2 days left. Where to next?

Chocolate And Chickens

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