This is what July always meant to me as a child. Spending hours on my Daddy’s boat. Fishing. Eating bologna sandwiches. Coming home salty and sandy and a little sunburned. We spent the last morning of June doing just that. Well, we tried to. My dad, brother, baby, and I woke up early and headed out on the Laguna Madre. Not long after we caught our first fish, we noticed the boat starting to take in water. We were sinking. We hauled ass to the dock (about 15 minutes away) and loaded the boat back on the trailer. My dad realized he forgot to put one of the drain plugs in. Whoops. Oh well, we have plenty of time to try it again.
There’s nothing like Texas in July, and I’m so happy to be here for at least part of it this year.