Photo of the Day – January 30, 2018

We promised some changes in 2018, one of them being more stories about my family. If you are a LSC regular then you already know my son Daniel, who is not only this blog’s primary photographer, but also my paddling companion on most of the trips chronicled here. You may not, however, know about my wife, Luisa, seen here in today’s POTD holding a nice Brazos bass that she recently caught.

Game Warden Field Notes – January 26, 2018

Photo courtesy of Texas Parks and Wildlife Department

In what I consider to be one of the best uses of Texas tax dollars, the Texas Parks and Wildlife Department periodically publishes what are known as Game Warden Field Notes, which are compiled from recent TPWD law enforcement reports. The field notes typically include stories of poachers, thieves, liars and other general miscreants, and they make for good reading because they showcase the “ten percenters” among us who just can’t seem to get their shit together.

This and That – January 24, 2018


State of the Union
It’s been six years now since we launched Lone Star Chronicles…what some might call an odd collection of long tales and short stories, mostly about life, liberty and the pursuit of fish in the vast Texas outdoors. By most accounts, I’d say we had a good year. We caught lots of fish, had some memorable kayaking trips and we again managed to NOT get flooded off any rivers…knock on wood.  

Photo of the Day – January 17, 2018

We start off the New Year with an intriguing photo of a beautiful bobcat against a sunsetting Texas desert. The photo was taken by Daniel Underbrink, of Adventure on Outdoors. Daniel was also a paddling companion of ours during the 2016 return trip to the Lower Pecos River (which also included Robert Field of YakFishTV who documented the trip for his kayak fishing Youtube channel).  

An Urbanski Thanksgiving

A couple of blurry snapshots of the Urbanski family,

On this day of thanks, I am feeling nostalgic, as I’m prone to do, and thinking of Sergeant Dave Urbanski and his lovely wife whose name I’ve forgotten over the years. On a cold Thanksgiving morning, more than 30 year ago, while stationed at a Marine base in Iwakuni, Japan, they invited me, a young