My neighbors Parker and Patty are always telling me how proud they are to be a part of Port O’Connor, Texas. They say it is a great community and so friendly. Recently their grandlittles were visiting during the unusual starfish grounding at Kingfisher Beach. The littles enjoyed the new beach all summer and were excited to have beach time again. When they got to the beach and saw all the starfish on the sand they were amazed. The 7 and 9-year-old marveled and carefully picked 2 each to keep. The five-year-old was a little reluctant, but eventually touched one and that was all it took to get him interested in the starfish phenomenon. The 3-year-old never did get past her horror and sadness that the ‘farstish’ got lost. She picked up dozens of them and carefully set them back in the water telling them sternly to ‘go home’ just as she tells her errant pup who tries to follow her out of the yard. Small starfish were placed next to large ones that she thought might be their mommas. She sang ‘farstish’ songs, petted them, put them back in the surf and tried her very best to help them get ‘found.’ The littlest grand was laughed at by her sibling and cousins and cried a little. Her Daddy attempted to reason with her that the starfish were not lost, but she told him ‘farstish’ live in water and had to be lost there on the beach. Grandy tried to comfort her by telling her there were lots of starfish in the sea, but she remained unconvinced and even told him he had taught her that fish died out of the water when he took her fishing. The little one ran miles on the short stretch of beach and put dozens of starfish back in the water. She was too young to realize many were already dead or that most washed right back up when she turned to save the next two. Her small hands were gentle and her little face intense as she tried to rescue the lost ‘farstish.’ Despite her brother’s best efforts, she never did learn to say starfish correctly. Come bedtime she even prayed for the lost ‘farstish’ to get home. And with the unwavering faith of the very young, when she visited the beach several days later, she was confident that her rescued ‘farstish’ had made it home because so few were left on the beach compared to her rescue day. She told her Momma that that’s what friends do when their friends get lost. They help them find their way back home. Wow! What a lesson. I hope to be a friend like that. And a little child shall lead them

Friends and Family Opener: Prois Pro Mitzi Wiess putting her hubby and friend, Glen, on some migrators. -Capt. Jeff Larson

Wow!!! October was Awesome!!! And November is starting off with a BANG!
Despite the unpredictable crazy weather we have been enduring, this time of year is magical. The Fall Equinox fills up our back bays with fish and ducks. The northers pushes them out for new to arrive. We are so lucky to have found such a Big Slice of Heaven. The ones that call the Mid Coast Home are the luckiest, so it seems to me. The others that visit and/or have a second pad down here also appreciate the Texas Beauty and Bounty.

The Fishing has been better than average all year. The Beasts and Fowl are cooperating as we traverse the country side filling our tags and bags.

Social Media depicts most of it as it draws more and more people to our small towns along the middle coast. And that’s a Good Thing. As a local guide, I’m thankful for the business and the relationships that have transpired over many sunrises and sunsets. Yeah, Saturdays get crowded with the DIY’rs but that’s part of it. Just plan for it! Everyone sees the same beauty of the resource we all have down here. With some patience, planning and some courtesy, we all can enjoy it together.

For the couple that believe some how they are entitled to a spot, make sure you have the title. Otherwise the referees will call the fowl, pun intended.

October was a great month for Reds. We smoked em. Trout were there also with the advantage going to the wade fishermen and ladies.

Flounder Gigging was a bit off due to the wet weather and its run off. We have some hard chargers that live for Floundering in the Fall, they posted some good boxes. I believe we had better conditions in November but we can’t Gig ‘Em. I’m ok with a smaller limit but to take away a means of harvest, COME ON!, that’s how you grow the sport with kiddos and keep the heritage a live. Enough Soap Box!

Cast and Blast November! It’s On! Come get ya some!

The Duck Opener was perfect. Saturday Morning everyone Spanked em! for the most part. Sunday was a little rougher with a wet front that eased in on us as we took advantage of the migrators fighting the wind change. Gotta Love Sitka Gear and Simms when that wind and rain hits. Extreme Weather is made easy with a good jacket and bottoms.

Tomorrow is looking like another duck pusher with some high north winds and colder temperatures. Hey it’s a Duck Hunters Dream as these babies pull through. You have to be smart and DO NOT TAKE UNNECESSARY CHANCES CROSSING THAT BAY.

We hear about it year after year, people getting stranded or worse, DIE. Duck Hunting drives DUCK MEN to take chances plain and simple. We know it’s going to be righteous and some people have tight time lines that push DUCK HUNTERS To the EDGE.

I get them calls every year. HEY Capt.! Can you come get me???

Me: What the Heck were you thinking???

What’s your Credit Card Number and what’s your LIMIT??? I’m on my way.

Yeah, sounds mean but hopefully next time you wait it out to hunt another day.

Some say it’s a Passion!!

I believe and my Beautiful Wife Dawn knows it “IS” an Addiction. The only cure is Death or the Season is Closed. And I’m not dead, yet. We get it.

So let’s all appreciate this Time of Year and Make Some Good Long Lasting Memories Together in the Outdoors. If You need some help coordinating a Texas Cast and Blast give Billy a Call at: (713) 907 4796 Billy will hook you up.

Stay Warm, Stay Safe and Stay with Us,
Captain Jeff Larson 281 217 0399