“Peyton are you ready to go catch a mamagal?” is just one of the many things I am asked from dad when the spawn is about to begin. My family has fished on Lake Sam Rayburn for many decades and I guess you could say it’s a tradition. We each have our favorite rods and reels and equipment that we believe is “lucky,” but sometimes it’s about more than luck. Nothing can compare to the wind that flowed through your hair as the boat darted across the water heading to your favorite spot. The smoky air was dense, as concentrated fog rose from the lake which made it hard to distinguish what was up ahead of you. The fog also brought a light dampness that soaked your clothes leaving your skin and your clothing soggy. However, it was a cool spring morning
