Three fishing trips come to mind. During the summer of 1975 I was 17. A close family friend had a house and a boat at Rockport. That August my dad and I did some fishing with him in the bays there. One morning, right after sunrise, we got into some small to medium size trout and some 3 to 5 pound redfish. We found schools chasing and feeding on shrimp. From just after sunrise until about 10 in the morning, we caught about 70 fish. My arms were sore. I've never seen anything like it, since. Maybe 5 years ago in April, my son and I went out to a large pond on some land we have down in Dewitt County. That pond has always been a great fishing pond and has been there since at least the late 19th century. Fairly early that morning, we started catching bass and a few decent size crappie with grub and worm lures. During about 4 hours of fishing that morning, we caught 17 fish, including 10 bass ranging from a pond to 4 pounds, four good crappie, and 3 channel cats from 2 to 5 pounds. After an hour or so, we were laughing our asses off at how ridiculously easy fishing seemed. At one point, my son cast toward a wooden pier. He was a bit strong with the cast and it bounced off the top railing of the pier and into the water. Right as it hit the water nice bas came up and hit it. It was beautiful. We still call it his "magic pier shot". That feat has never been duplicated.