Texas, Port Aransas November 7 - 30, 2014

Pioneer Beach Resort and Campground, Port Aransas, Texas is located on Mustang Island on the Gulf of Mexico.  We will be here for two months, so I am making two blogs for our time here.  One for the month of November and one for December.  Our friends Mark and Mary Nichols are here with us.  From the RV park we can walk on a boardwalk over the dunes and we are at the Gulf.  Sure like being this close to the water.

Port Aransas, Texas

This is our friend Dan, we met him here at the campground.  Dan is from San Antonio and has been coming to Pioneer RV park for many years.  Here he is using a sling net trying to get mullets to use for bait.  I bought a net and Dan taught me how to use it. 

Mark and Dan dumping the mullet into the bucket.

Our first day of fishing here in Texas, all three of us got our limit in sea trout.  There are 15 fish on this stringer, that is why it looks like it is so hard to hold up.

This fish is called a Spanish Mackerel,  it is also good to eat.

Fish on the grill.  They were soooooo good to eat.

Kay did such a good job in cooking the trout.

On Veterans Day, the Texas Roadhouse gave a free meal to all who had served in the military.  Mark, Mary, Kay and I went to eat.  This military band was playing outside when we finished eating.

This is the flag of the Air Force,  so they had all the Air Force vets come and stand by it as the band played the Air Force theme song.

This picture was taken at Keesler Air Force Base, Mississippi.  Oct 21, 1959

Mark got this 39 inch Red Fish.  We took the fish into a restaurant in Port Aransas,  for $8 a lb they prepare it for you.  They did a great job and it was very good to eat.  

This is the view from the ferry at the pier we fish from in Port Aransas.  Here is where Mark got his big Red fish.

My good friend Maxwell.

There are a lot of these grackles here in the campground.  They are a strange bird.

We also have a lot of these jack rabbits in the campground.

Kay whipping up on me again playing Farkel.

View looking back at the campground from the top of the dunes.

This is the other end of the boardwalk at the beach.  Kay and the dogs love walking down to the Gulf shore.

This is the Gulf at low tide.

Zoe wants to make friends with this Blue Heron.

They sure are a stately bird.

One of the many freighter that travel up the inner water ways.  We took this picture from the ferry.

Sunset at the ferry dock.

One of the many ferries that take us across to Aransas Pass.  It only takes about 8 min. to get across.

Sunset taken from the ferry as we crossed back to Port Aransas.

Kay and I and the dogs drove down to the National Seashore National Park, on North Padre Island.  We drove down the beach for about 3 miles, to get away from any people.  Here we turned the dogs loose so they could run free.

Zoe on an all out run down the beach.

View looking south down the beach.

Bird and Beach

This guy is called a ghost crab.  He was about 4 inches across.  The strange thing about this one, was when I got my foot too close to him he would charge it.  Now that is a very aggressive little fellow.

Looking at the Gulf of Mexico from the visitors center at the Seashore National Park on North Padre Island.

We saw this hawk on our way home from the park.

Kay let me stop and fish for a bit in the channel, where I got this little Flounder.  Had to throw it back in, because they have to be 14 inches or longer to keep.  They tell me they are very good to eat.

Thanksgiving dinner at the campground.  The tables were decorated so nice.

Mary - Kay - Marty volunteered to do the dinner serving.

There were a lot of people here for the Thanksgiving dinner.

Kay wanted to get some shrimp for supper, so we stopped at this place.  The food was very good, but a bit pricey.

This was the view from our table.

As we were eating we watched the Pirate Ship come back into port.  It is a tour ship that takes people out into the Gulf .

Mark sitting on my ladder surf fishing.  I only had one chair in the truck so he got the ladder.

Mark made me sit on the ladder also so he could take a picture of me.  As a wave would come in , the sand would wash out from under the legs of the ladder and it would tip over.