It was one of those hot, sultry afternoons where the Texas heat just saps your strength and leaves you wanting a "cold one".
But instead, I headed to the lake and saw this fisherman.
As I stood there watching him fish, I marveled at how he handled that fishing pole.

Now I do not pretend to be a fisherman, but it takes me two hands to bait that hook, reel the fish in and then get that hook out of it's mouth.

I wondered... is it a pastime or is it a necessity for dinner?
I stood there in my sandals and those pesky fireants started to bite my feet and I knew it was time to go.
I'm sorry in retrospect I did not strike up a conversation with this gentleman.
Maybe I will run into him again... and perhaps he will share his story with me.