David's Adventures

Today is the thirty-fifth annual celebration of our wedding.   Thirty-five years ago I watched as Rachael walked down the aisle toward me an...

In “Chili For One” I wrote about my East Texas Chili and how I came up with it, and I’ve received a lot of complaints that it isn’t a “true ...

I was a bow hunter until I was almost twenty-three years old.   Since I couldn’t own a rifle until my twenty-first birthday (Texas laws at t...

One cannot be a Texan without having a close relationship with barbeque.   I don’t know the official statistics on the barbeque restaurant d...

I decided some 30 years ago I would never again own a dog, and true to my word, I still do not own a dog, but I have a dog—a part-time dog. ...

Kids will be kids.   For me, well I was a kid, and my friends were kids.   And although we were kids, not everything was our fault.   Some t...

I spent a lot of time in Louisiana working for the company I was tied to for several years.   I had to visit stores in Shreveport, Baton Rou...

Last year a friend of mine passed away.   He had had a long battle with cancer, and he didn’t win.   He had been instrumental in starting a ...

The Brookie Bash was actually the second fishing event I went on sponsored by the Long Beach Casting Club.   The first was a local trip to t...

As a Texan by birth, the two fish of choice are catfish and bass.   Yes, there are other fish in the waters, but catfish and bass are the re...

Once again Santa has made the news.   This time he was caught fly-fishing on the West Fork of the San Gabriel River for Project Healing Wate...

I was never an avid hunter, but I did enjoy it, and I always found it difficult to walk away from an opportunity.   Fishing was my first lov...