Growing up on the south and then west sides of Houston, I was always looking forward to finding a place to wet a line, be it Galveston, Clear Lake, Lake Conroe or some new location out of state while on the family vacation. To me, fly fishing was always something exotic and mysterious that only a privileged few could do. I had kicked around the idea of learning the art for years, but never made the time.
In 2010, homesickness got the best of me and I returned to Houston. I now had a passion for fly fishing, but the bayous I grew up with are not known for their trout populations. Whatâ€™s a guy to do? I decided to return to my salty roots, but found that saltwater fly fishing was a whole new ball game. Fortunately, I found a group that called themselves The Texas FlyFishers and found that the members were more than willing to teach this newbie the pursuit of pescados using the long rod. Little did I know that just a few years later, I would find myself chairing the Texas FlyFishers’ saltwater outings.
I love fly fishing and I love to see new entrants into the sport become successful. Fortunately, I have the opportunity to do that with the club and have made many great friends through this group of people who also suffer from this crazy affliction known as a love of fly fishing.
Tight lines and calm winds!