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Kay and I have
deep rooted connections to East Texas --
both of our families live there. Kay was
raised in the Pittsburgh, Daingerfield area
near Lake Cypress Springs , Bob Sandlin,
Monticello, Welsh, and Lone Star Lake.
During summer vacations from school, her
grandmamma would take her and the 4-
brothers fishing. Grandmamma would call a
cab and they would load up all their gear
and head to the favorite fishing hole. Back
then Kay was primarily a worm and minner
dunker.
When we met on
July 16-th, 2000, I had no idea how much she
liked to fish, nor was I aware of her
competitive nature -- it’s fierce. I
attribute that to being the second oldest
among 5 and the only girl. Her 4-brothers,
Robby, Ricky, Steve, and David, can all
attest to the gutsy spirit within this small
package. With 4 brothers she had to hold her
own, or be run over…
Kay comes from
a long line of Fisherman. Her Uncle Jimmy
Kimball broke the standing 45 year old “Black Bass”
Texas State record in 1980 on Lake
Monticello. He
shattered that record with his 14.09 pound
bass. Over the years he has backed that up
with several fish in the 13-lb range. He
still resides in the Pittsburg area today,
and I’m proud to know him and have a
relative (by marriage) in the history books.
Mid May 2001, Kay and I were
on Lake Fork when I decided to see if she
could handle a bait caster so I rigged a rod
with a “Yellow Magic” top water bait.
Within 2 hours that morning she had caught
several fish and I could tell she was
enjoying her self. As we spent more and
more time on the water, her skills increased
at a rapid rate. I knew we were on too
something. The word “natural” comes to mind
sometimes when were out on the water. She
has an uncanny way of catching fish when my
more conventional approach fails.
She will try different things, where as I’m
too set in my ways and resistant to change
as quickly as I should be. This has
helped us as a team and we have applied that
in tournament competition in the teams
divisions for 2007 & 2008. |
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I was raised up
in the Metro-Plex during the week. At
the age of 9-yrs old my parents would drag
me kicking and screaming to our lake house
on Lake Winnsboro every weekend... (yeah
right) It was dream come true for a
young boy growing up in the woods, with the
lake in the back yard. I hunted
and fished every opportunity given me.
I have just one
brother (Terry), we were and are very close.
He and I scouted, trapped, frog gigged,
hunted ducks, deer hunted and fished every
where we could go as young men around lake
Winnsboro.
1996 was the
year I made the decision to fish and only
fish. I figured I was mediocre at two
sports and may become better if I focus on
one. Fishing is a year round event
here in Texas, so the choice was easy for
me. I’ve been chasing those lil' green
fish with a driving passion ever since.
Like my parents before me,
Kay and I make the pilgrimage every weekend
to East Texas, this time to our house on
Lake Fork. We have many friends there
and have met some wonderful folks around the
lake, and in the fishing industry. As
an overall blanket description of people
involved with the great sport of fishing,
not a finer bunch can be found anywhere. |
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