This is what July always meant to me as a child. Spending hours on my Daddy’s boat. Fishing. Eating bologna sandwiches. Coming home salty and sandy and a little sunburned. We spent the last morning of June doing just that. Well, we tried to. My dad, brother, baby, and I woke up early and headed out on the Laguna Madre.

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