PINS 4/26/19

Everyone has to hit rock bottom. And if you haven’t, then it’s coming. Some of you have told me your stories, and some of you don’t have to. It’s written on your faces just like I’ve had it written on mine a time or two. As long as we get back up and give hard times a swift kick in the hiny, then we’ve won-win, lose, or draw.

“The lights of Captain Billy Sandifer’s “Coyote Lair” office were unusually dim, but then again, it was 2100 hours, or 9 o’clock at night. I sat across from him, defiantly staring him down as he gave me the same look. The silence was palpable. I wanted to hear what he had to say, but he was going to make me wait, and there was no way I was going to appear to actually want to hear him tell me much of anything. Finally, out it came. “Coe-linn I’ve been trying to figure you out for years, although I now doubt you are able to be figured out. And I suppose that’s ok. The surf is where folks go when they want to get away from the world and they need to leave it at their backs and they need to turn around the other way and face Mother Ocean instead,” Billy Sandifer declared. He waited for my response, but I had none. He was right.

—Conversation with Captain Billy Sandifer, guide on Padre Island National Seashore for over 20 years.

Today was the day. Very light SE winds, the tide dropped back out to normal predicted levels, and the water was trout green. The pompano came out to play, as did a few other species.

I do hope the gentleman finds the help he needs from this morning. We’ve all been there. There’s no judgment here. Thankful he was ok after the night he obviously had.

Be kind to each other, and tight lines.

—Colin