Comal Blues

Can’t find the lick, and I know there’s a local lyric with that tag-line, something about Comal County and “blues,” or “the blues,” or something.

Sunset, repurposed.

Then, the oddest connection, from my saltwater gear bag, a weighted bobber I almost used. There was a trick way of doing this, but I fishing “Kramer free-style,” and then the only other lure I had any luck with, early morning, was top-water Zara-Spook. I had a clear Torpedo with me, but I was trying to be as minimal as possible.

The old adage was, “Run what you brung.” Not unlike, “Smoke ’em if you got ’em.” Perhaps there are variety of other expressions.