This weekend I took a trip down to Black Gap with my dad to go catfish fishing. These trips are the closest thing we have to tradition in the Haynes family. My grandfather worked down there for a good part of his life, and my father was raised in this cactus patch. Though it was a short trip and we didn’t catch many fish, we had a lot of fun telling stories, eating lots of burritos and steak, hunting arrowheads, and cooling off in the river.
Driving into Black Gap
The Rio Grande
(L to R) Houston, Dallas, Uncle Robert, and Houston's four year old son Gage (whom if you look closely is playing with a machete provided by my father)
(L to R) Jake, Uncle Mark, Ricky Dan
I swam to Mexico to cool off
The sun shade I built out of cane and a tarp