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Written by Scott Sparrow
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Monday, 31 March 2008 22:46 |
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It was a Saturday afternoon this past September. Kathy and I had both worked long hours at our desks on our respective academic duties. I could see that the work had taken a toll on her, so I gingerly suggested that an evening boat ride with the dogs might be in order. She brightened visibly, and proposed that we take a bottle of wine and a light dinner, too. |
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Last Updated ( Sunday, 05 April 2009 18:50 )
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Written by Scott Sparrow
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Thursday, 28 February 2008 00:00 |
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A dominant feature of the Texas bay system is the Intracoastal Waterway (ICW), a 3000-mile-long passage for commercial barge traffic than runs from Boston, Massachusetts to Brownsville, Texas. Construction of the ICW commenced in the 1920s, but the last section -- connecting Corpus Christi to Brownsville through the Upper and Lower Laguna Madre -- was only completed in the late 1940s. Today, the ICW effectively links otherwise isolated ports on the Atlantic and Gulf coastlines, creating a seamless exchange between supply and demand. |
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Written by Scott Sparrow
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Monday, 03 December 2007 00:00 |
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The sound of laughing gulls roused me from a fitful sleep aboard the unforgiving deck of the Curlew. The blinding brightness of the April full moon had given way to a fog that enveloped the boat. I reached for the thermos, and sat up in my sleeping bag to sip my lukewarm coffee. “They’re here,” I thought, as I listened to the sound of the gulls through the gray mist. The erratic, competitive cries told me that the birds were feeding over redfish that were gathering somewhere between the Curlew and the mangrove-covered shoreline. |
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Last Updated ( Sunday, 05 April 2009 18:50 )
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Written by Scott Sparrow
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Monday, 02 February 2004 00:00 |
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It was the third day after a "blue norther" had swept through deep south Texas, and the nighttime temperatures were dipping into the lower forties. By contrast, the midday forecast for the Lower Laguna Madre called for low wind, full sun and a toasty 70 degrees -- making for pleasant wading and perfect sight casting conditions. Pinning our hopes on an accurate forecast, my buddy Skipper Ray and I decided to brave the early morning chill, and go after the big trout and reds that had been congregating in the same area for over a month. |
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Written by Scott Sparrow
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Wednesday, 01 October 2003 00:00 |
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The first time I casted a fly rod, it was on a small pond fed by an artesian well in the semi-desert brush country of south Texas. With great excitement, I carried my brand new $2.95 Herter's reel on my brand new Garcia rod to the edge of the water and began casting panfish poppers to the largemouth bass that were cruising in the shallow, clear water. I was blessed by considerable luck that day, and I caught one bass after another. |
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Last Updated ( Sunday, 05 April 2009 18:49 )
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