Get jonbryan.com via email!
Show tagged entries
Entries tagged as texasa&m
Sunday, April 21. 2013
As a true Texan, 5 generations worth, Iâ€™m proud of my State, proud of its founders, proud of its heroes, proud of the Alamo, although the results werenâ€™t to my satisfaction and doubly proud when General Sam Houston led his men to a rout of Santa Anna at the battle of San Jacinto in 1836! Being a 5th generation Texan carries no rewards except knowing in my heart that my relatives built a wonderful place to live and raise my family.
As Bum Phillips, former coach of the Houston Oilers, said â€œMy dad's buddy Bill had an old saying, he said â€œThat some people, Texans, were forged from a hotter fire.â€ â€œWell, that's what it is to be Texan. To be forged from a hotter fire.â€ This is the same Bum Phillips that said, when asked why he didnâ€™t wear a hat inside the Houston Astrodome, â€œMy Momma always told me not to wear my hat indoors!â€
Along with Texas Independence Day, Texas A&M University, the seventh largest University in the nation and the largest University in Texas, also celebrates its Muster on this day, April 21st. The Aggie Muster is held to commemorate Aggies who have passed away the preceding year. In years past Musters have been held in foxholes and on ships of the Navy, now they are held in Afganistan, or wherever Aggies are present, maybe ballrooms or steakhouses or in the case of Mills County, Texas in a bankâ€™s community room, also Aggie Musters have become one of Texas A&Mâ€™s most revered traditions!
When Suzanne and Randy were seniors in high school I told both of them, â€œYou can go to college anywhere you like, but the money is going to Texas A&M!â€ Of course, both are now former Aggies.
Posted by Jon Bryan in Random Thoughts at 08:05 | Comments (0) | Trackbacks (0)
Tuesday, August 23. 2011
During the epic drought the stock tanks never went completely dry, but fishing in them never returned to the excellence of past years. By the time the drought had broken, I had gone into the Army and Uncle Shelly had sold the ranch across the river. At least for me no more hazardous river crossings, but Shelly did tell me of once that when the water was flowing over a foot over the concrete, he drove his pickup and horse trailer across, scaring him sufficiently, so he came back the long way through town.
Posted by Jon Bryan in Fishing at 08:05 | Comments (0) | Trackbacks (0)
Sunday, July 17. 2011
What is it best called, frog hunting, gigging, grabbing or shooting? My choice is just plain frogginâ€™. It is the most different of all the hunting sports, being a nocturnal sport and a must for success is a good strong, spotlight. My guess is that when the light is shined in a frogâ€™s eyes it mesmerizes, hypnotizes or paralyzes them. Thinking about it, I have never gone frog fishing as such, but once using a fly rod, I caught a bull frog on a small, frog colored popper and was rewarded with quite a battle!
The best part of frogginâ€™ is the eating. Just skin the legs, cut them off of the frog, wash, then dip them in corn meal and fry. Smaller legs are very good grilled and my favorite, are legs cooked in a sauce of butter, jalapenos, garlic and lemon/lime juice â€“ Frog Legs Jon.
Posted by Jon Bryan in Hunting at 16:37 | Comments (0) | Trackbacks (0)
Saturday, March 3. 2007
All day long I had been trying to get a hold of my Son, Randy, to help me with a sticky problem on my Blog. Finally, in the evening he called me, very frustrated. He had â€œsnuckâ€ off and gone fishing, a noble achievement, and as we say, â€œI resemble that remark.â€
He was frustrated because he had lost several nice Bass, because he had made a mistake of epic proportions. He forgot to put the hook on the, new H and H Spinner Bait, he had just bought at a large sporting goods store. This particular product comes from the manufacturer in a plastic bag and the fisherman must add the hook to the spinner bait before using it. In Randyâ€™s excitement and impatience to get to the fishing at hand, he had neglected to attach the hook.As I laughed at his omission, my thoughts went back almost fifty years to a hastily planned fishing trip that I went on with my Uncle Gus, George Alvin Pyland. He like my Dad was from Marlin, Texas. That particular summer I was working on another of my Uncles, Shelton Gaffordâ€™s ranch outside of Marlin. My chores were finished early and I went into town to make a purchase at the local sporting goods store, which happened to be owned by Sam Pyland, uncle Gusâ€™ brother.
When I walked into the store, surprise, there was Uncle Gus talking with his brother. We hugged and shook hands and exchanged some small talk, and one of our favorite subjects, fishing, came up. Mentioning that Uncle Shelton had gotten me permission to fish in a stock tank, unfished by itâ€™s owner, and planted with Bass by the state five years ago and that I was on my way out there as soon as I picked me up a couple of yellow Piggy Boats, Uncle Gus volunteered to go with me. He was in town for a short visit and would be happy to â€œhelpâ€ me thin out the Bass in this tank.
I donâ€™t know who made Piggy Boats Spinner Baits, I guess the Piggy Boat Company, but I do know that the company that made Piggy Boats was sold to H and H, the current manufacturer and H and H now has been sold to a large retailer. But, whoever the owner, this particular Spinner Bait remains one of the best baits for stock tank, small lake and stream fishing for bass. In saltwater I have even caught Red Fish and Speckled trout with them. Then, like now, they were sold in a small plastic bag with the hook not attached.
Uncle Gus had no tackle, but I had an extra rod and reel with me, so telling his brother goodbye, he purchased two Piggy Boats with yellow skirts and we headed out to catch some Bass. Arriving at the stock tank which was in the middle of a one hundred acre field covered with Red Buffalo Grass, I got out of my Uncle Sheltonâ€™s truck, walked to the edge of the water and made a cast and was into a nice Bass immediately. Uncle Gus said, â€œWait for me Jon Howardâ€ as he hurriedly attached the Piggy Boat to his line.
Uncle Gus looped a cast along the bank near us and had a strike that almost jerked the rod from his hands, the Bass ran toward the center of the tank, jumped, mouth open and the Piggy Boat came flying back towards us. Uncle Gus was a salt water fisherman of great skill and perseverance, but muttered, â€œDang, thatâ€™s funny, the hook didnâ€™t get set good even with that hard strike.â€ as he prepared for another cast.
Another cast, another jolting strike, another lost fish caused him to mutter, â€œJon Howard, these Bass are harder to hook than Specs.â€ He was a great uncle to me, and a good Christian man, but when he lost his third Bass I was afraid my rod and reel were going into the water. Before that happened I asked him, â€œWhy donâ€™t you bring your rig over and let me check the hooks?â€ â€œWhat hooks?â€ he replied. I tried hard not to laugh, but in his haste and excitement he had forgotten to attach the hooks to his spinner bait.
Slipping the hooks on his lure, he cast out and, whamo, another hard hit, but this one was hooked good and soon landed and put on a stringer. We both got to the business of catching Bass, along with a couple of Goggle Eye Pearch, and ended up with a nice mess of fish.
The story ended well, but after Randyâ€™s â€œhookâ€ problem, it got me to thinking. You know, both Randy and Uncle Gus were former students at Texas A & M!
Continue reading "Gig 'em"
Posted by Jon Bryan in Fishing at 14:12 | Comments (0) | Trackbacks (0)
(Page 1 of 1, totaling 4 entries)
Original content in this work is licensed under a Creative Commons License
SEO and Website Development by tekRESCUE