Last week my very limited expectations were blown out the water, literally.
For months my trip to Texas had been scheduled: fishing with my Uncle. Fly rod in tow my flight was seamless. Uncle and cousin ready to pick me up and on our way for some good eats.
|Hiding from the sun and wind|
|Redfish on a fly - Port O'Connor, Texas|
|Lady Fish on a fly - Port O'Connor, Texas|
|Spec Trout on a fly - Port O'Connor, Texas|
|Wade Fishing near Matagorda Island, Texas|
It was a dream come true - fly fishing in the flats with my Uncle. The fact we caught a variety of fish and returned unscathed was the icing.
Sometimes the MS can be more forgiving than others. This was one of those experiences. And I got a trip to Buccee's - a Texas tradition.
Unfortunately my MS sprang up horribly upon returning from Texas and spent two days with muddled mind and obnoxious spasticity. Oh well. This is the disease we live with.