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Thursday, May 31. 2007
This past week Sluggo and his team, "The Texans", played in a national qualifying Senior Softball tournament held in Tulsa, Ok and they won their 70+ age class, qualifying for the Softball Players Assn., National Championships to be held in Dalton, Ga. this coming September. The team, pictured below, is composed of men from all over the state, and has been playing together for many years having won National Championships in 2003 and 2004.
Continue reading "Sluggo In Tulsa, Ok."
Posted by Jon Bryan in Sports at 08:10 | Comments (0) | Trackbacks (0)
Wednesday, May 30. 2007
Darrell had gone to north Georgia to help one of his girlfriends move to a new trailer park leaving Dwayne (pronounced Deewayne) home at their place between Cartersville and Kennesaw Mountain. During the past week, Dewayne called my hunting partner Chad Harmon, now deceased, and said that he had found a couple more coveys of birds along a creek we had frequented the past season.
Pictured is my Brittany Spaniel, Beechnut's Rooster Cogburn, or Rooster, who played a part in this drama. A great tireless hunter!
Posted by Jon Bryan in Hunting at 07:10 | Comments (0) | Trackbacks (0)
Monday, May 28. 2007
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Today is Memorial Day, that had its beginnings in 1863, as Decoration Day, when Confederated dead were remembered in the South, with red, white and blue bunting, placed upon their graves. I thought it fitting that I post this story from my family's history. This story was first told to me by my Uncle, Roy Bryan, who was an eye witness to the events of December 7, 1941. Roy passed away several years ago and I believe that his story should be recorded and retold
Posted by Jon Bryan in Ancestry at 07:00 | Comments (0) | Trackbacks (0)
Sunday, May 27. 2007
I recently posted stories on my blog about my Great Grandfatherâ€™s, Brinson Bryan and Shaw Wallace. No reminiscence of my youth would be complete without a mention of my Grandmother, Linnie Ross (Sanders) Wallace.
Pictured in 1946, is my Grandmother, Linnie Ross (Sanders) Wallace, 1866-1953, my Mother, Ruth (Wallace) Bryan, 1895-1979, my Sister, Helen Ruth Anthony 1923-2003 and my Niece, Cheryl Anthony 1944-1964. Four generations of Wallace women. Because of at least 2 house fires, this is one of the very few pictures of my Grandmother Wallace.
My first memories of her were singing to me and telling me the story of the following song, author unknown:
â€œBackward turn backward o time in thy flight,
Make me a child again, just for tonight.
The tears on my pillow, thy loving watch keepâ€™
Rock me to sleep Mother, rock me to sleepâ€.
Her mother died in 1877 when she was 11 years old.
Linnieâ€™s Father, Levi L. Sanders, spent 3Â½ years fighting with the 6th Texas Cavalry during our Civil War. Being born in 1866, she was a â€œCivil War Baby Boomerâ€. She was a Texan and a â€œRebelâ€™s Daughterâ€ and taught me the First verse of Bonnie Blue Flagâ€. It was first the Regimental song of the 8th Texas Cavalry, Terryâ€™s Rangers, and later the anthem of the Southern States.
â€œBonnie Blue Flagâ€, by Harry McCarthy
â€œWe are a band of brothers and native to the soil,
Fighting for our liberty, with treasure, blood and toil.
And when our rights were threatened, the cry rose near and far,
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.
For southern rights hurrah,
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star.â€
She also made sure that I knew what â€œDecoration Dayâ€, now known as our Memorial Day, was and how it started. Before the end of the Civil War, in the Spring, Southern ladies began placing red, white and blue â€œbuntingâ€ on the graves of the Confederate dead. This practice spread all over the South and in 1868, in the North, May 5, was officially designated Memorial Day.
Our family legends say that during the latter part of our Civil War, some type of significant event occurred between her Dad, Levi Sanders and Sul Ross, the Brigade Commander of the Texas Cavalry Brigade and future Governor of the State of Texas, causing Levi to say that he would name his next child after him and Sul replying he would pay that childâ€™s way through college. Legend doesnâ€™t say what the event was, but my Grandmother, Linnie Ross Sanders, born in 1866, was named Linnie Ross, and she told me that Sul Ross paid her way through college at Baylor, then located at Independence, Texas.
Another very interesting story that she told me several times, and was recently verified by another of her Grandsonâ€™s, George Pyland, my Cousin, was that when she was 5 years old, of her seeing Cynthia Ann Parker. Cynthia Ann was captured by Comanches in 1836, lived as an Indian for 24 years until she was re-captured in 1860 by Sul Ross leading a company of Texas Rangers. Cynthia Ann had 3 children, her oldest son being Quannah Parker, the last War Chief of the Commanches. Quannah surrendered to Col. Ranald McKenzie, "Three Fingered Kenzie" being his Indian nickname, and then Quannah led his people to the reservation in Oklahoma and later became and extremely successful businessman.
Cynthia Annâ€™s Brother, Issac Parker, was a neighbor in Van Zandt County, Texas, of Levi Sanders, Lennie Rossâ€™ Dad, and she tells of seeing Cynthia Ann several times and how she â€œscaredâ€ her. Never re-adapting to civilized life, Cynthia Ann Parker died of a â€œbroken heartâ€ in 1871.
Linnie taught school in East Texas for several years before marrying Dr. Harmon Elliott Wallace, my maternal Grandfather. Before the turn of the 20th century, Linnie and Harmon moved to west Texas where he practiced medicine for over 20 years. They had 8 children, 7 surviving to adulthood, including my Mother, Ruth Wallace Bryan. Their oldest son, Horace Harmon, was not in this 1915 era picture. He was away playing professional baseball. I visited the house in the background in 1949 in Ovalo, Texas, west of Abilene and at the foot of Bald Eagle Mountain.
Linnie Ross was a fine Christian lady, a good Grandmother to me and a credit to our state!
Posted by Jon Bryan in Ancestry at 08:10 | Comments (0) | Trackbacks (0)
Saturday, May 26. 2007
I got tagged by a Meme that looks like it started in Mississippi, went to Canada and now finds itself in central Texas. I was told to tag 8 other bloggers and we are supposed to adhere to the following rules.
Players start with 8 random facts about themselves. Those who are tagged should post these rules and their 8 random facts. Players should tag eight other people and notify them that they have been tagged. If you canâ€™t tag 8 do as many as you can.
I can provide 8 things about me. Before I get into them, I know many will find it hard to believe that someone from Texas, has difficulty bragging, or talking about, himself. I do!
1 I am a Christian and a Southern Baptist!
2 I love my Wife! I love my Children and my Grand Children. They are the reason that I started writing down all of my outdoor adventures.
3 I am a Texan. I am a fifth generation Texan. I love my state! My kids are sixth generation Texans. I have been all over the world and people, anywhere, always seem to know about Texas.
4 I am very conservative. I am not very politically correct. I think it is a sign of weakness. I enjoy listening to Rush Limbaugh.
5 I have played baseball and softball all of my life and currently play Senior Softball. My team has won two national championships and I am in the Texas Senior Softball Hall of Fame and the Softball Players Association Hall of Fame.
6 I love hunting, fishing, shooting and writing about these passions.
7 I am a member of the Sons Of Confederate Veterans. All 4 of my Great Grandfathers fought for the South during the War of Northern Agression. I see no problem with the Confederate Battle Flag. In fact, the first song I ever learned was â€œBonnie Blue Flagâ€, the Southern anthem. My family traces its roots back to the 1600â€™s in the U.S. and we have served our country in all of its wars, including the Revolutionary War.
8 My ranch is in Mills County, Texas, just outside of Goldthwaite, almost â€œsmack dabâ€ in the middle of our fine state. It could be â€œAny Small Town, USAâ€ and is a great place to live and raise kids. This Sunday, in honor of Memorial Day, the Churches in town are sponsoring a picnic in the City Park and most of the town will be there.
Now, my secrets are out, I should tag some folks, but almost all I share links with have been taken, so I shall just "Pass".
Friday, May 25. 2007
In the 1970's my Unkie, Alvin Pyland, displays, probably one of the smallest Reds he ever caught.Â Of course, the fish was released unharmed (just a sore mouth).
Posted by Jon Bryan in Pictures at 08:00 | Comments (0) | Trackbacks (0)
Thursday, May 24. 2007
We had not had a damaging freeze on the coast for sixteen years and game fish and bait fish stocks were at record highs. Weather permitting, the Galveston Jetties were loaded with keepers, the weather had cooperated and our freezers were already full of filets.
I had received another promotion with the large computer company and with that had purchased a beach house at Jamaica Beach, ten miles west from the end of the Galveston Sea Wall. Launching at Jamaica Beach I was now five to ten minutes from some great bay fishing spots, Greenâ€™s Cut, the Wreck, Confederate Reef and North and South Deer Islands. My favorite South Jetty spot was only thirty minutes by boat.
Continue reading "One More Cast"
Posted by Jon Bryan in Fishing at 08:12 | Comments (2) | Trackbacks (0)
Tuesday, May 22. 2007
In the spring of 1966, severe floods over the Trinity and San Jacinto Rivers and the head waters of Buffalo Bayou had flushed out Galveston Bay. The bay water was fresh and muddy and almost all of the bait fish had left and taken up residence at the jetties and along the beach front, quickly followed by the Trout, Red Fish and Flounders. This presented a real opportunity to catch some fish.
Four of the Igloo full of Specs we caught.This particular day, Wednesday, May 3, 1966, my Dad, being retired, and I, had decided to sneak off early in the morning, fish our South Jetty spot and be back in town by 10:00 AM so I could make some afternoon appointments.
We bought one quart of shrimp and put it in the internal bait well on the new, 16ft Falcon, then put the boat in at Bobby Wilsonâ€™s Bait Camp and sped at thirty-five miles per hour around the East Beach Flats, no more wading for us (only if it is too rough to get around the end of the South Jetty). No problem today since the wind was blowing lightly out of the north- east.
Just after sunrise we motored up and slipped up close to the Jetty, quietly dropping the anchor and letting out line. The anchor caught and we looked up and down the jetty, we were the only boat out. We ended up thirty-five or forty feet from the rocks, in ten feet of water. The depth dropped from zero to ten feet in forty feet! The tide was flowing to our left toward the beach. It is funny that when the tide is flowing out of the channel you get a reverse effect on the Gulf side of both jetties. Bait fish were crowded against the rocks. We knew the Trout were here.
Daddy had a new, red Ambassadeur 5000 reel with fifteen pound line, mounted on a six and a half foot fiberglass â€œpoppingâ€ rod. Just the right tackle. I was armed with a Mitchell 300 spinning reel, ten pound line and a semi-stiff, six and a half foot spinning rod. Ok unless I pick up a big Red or Jackfish. We were free shrimping with a BB size split shot attached about ten inches above a small, treble hook. Trout poison! For the record we had two coolers, a foam one for food and drinks and a new forty-eight quart Igloo for the fish. Funny thing, at that time, Igloo was one of my customers.
We baited up and cast toward the rocks, dragging the shrimp slowly along the drop off and whamo, whamo, we are both into two very nice fish. We began the â€œJetty Shuffleâ€, which is circling around the boat, passing rods under each other to prevent tangling, all while keeping pressure on the fish. We netted both fish in the same landing net, removed the hooks and placed them in the new forty-eight quart Igloo cooler. The fish were identical, twenty-six inches long with their tails curling up the side of the cooler. We shook hands, baited up and cast out and whamo, whamo, two more nice fish! We repeated this over and over until we had the new, forty-eight quart Igloo cooler full to the top with a minimum of ice left in it. Twenty-nine Specsâ€™, all twenty-six or twenty-seven inches long, almost two hundred pounds of fish. All of this in less than two hours!
Looking up, I see Wes Thomas, another â€jetty proâ€, and one of my old college and baseball playing buddies, pulling up slowly outside of us. I yelled across the water, â€œWes, our cooler is full so let me pull up the anchor and you all ease in here and you can catch some fish.â€
I saw in the next days Houston Chronicle that Bob Brister, the OutdoorEditor, wrote that the â€œjetty prosâ€ hammered the trout at the NORTH Jetty. Funny, I guess he really could keep a secret.
Just gutting the fish, we got back to Houston well before 10:00 AM and sold most of the fish for over $100. My afternoon appointments were no problem.
My â€œspecialâ€ spot is still there and still a fish haven, less than a mile in from the end of the Gulf side of Galvestonâ€™s South Jetty. I have caught a whole lot of fish in my life from Florida, to the Gulf of California, to Hawaii, but no day equals the quantity and size, or the fast, furious action that Daddy and I had on May 3, 1966.
Posted by Jon Bryan in Fishing at 08:30 | Comments (0) | Trackbacks (0)
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