From prison to pier: The unlikely wisdom of a catfisherman

From prison to pier: The unlikely wisdom of a catfisherman

Back in the 1990s, not too long after my college days were over, I often made the couple-hour drive to the Texas coast to do some bay fishing. Sometimes I went with friends, and other times I went alone. The Copano Bay State Fishing Pier was my favorite destination — a former highway bridge spanning the mouth of Copano Bay. Any fish swimming in or out of Copano Bay swam beneath that pier.On this particular trip, I went by myself. I set up my pol…