Hey everyone! I'm back and trying to make true on my promise to make more blogs for everyone! I want to attract some new readers so hopefully more frequent posts can do that! Anyway, I'm here to talk about one of my favorite hobbies, fishing! I actually did it this morning so I'm in quite a good mood, maybe you can tell. Anyway, back in Walker Creek County there was this lake, called Lake Denton. Named after the town it was in, called Denton. Not very creative but it is what it is. The lake wasn't that big, but it was big enough to fish. I really, really loved fishing. I had guns and I was a member of the WCHA and everything, but I never really did any hunting. Mainly I stuck to fishing. Relaxing, peaceful, and fresh fish tastes pretty good. Sometimes the lake got crowded over with teens but usually it was fine, it was pretty secluded in the middle of the forest so usually I was alone or there were only a few other fishers there. It wasn't like the kind of lakes near urban areas, where it's a tourist destination and there's hotels or restaurants nearby or whatever. Lake Denton was the hidden jewel of Walker Creek. Anyway, I love fishing, that's the point of this post.
- Trevor
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Hey y'all, I got Twitter and Instagram today! My name is @TrevorMagnil1 and my instagram is memories of walker creek. I think I did it right, I even tried a hashtag or whatever it's called. It's the one year anniversary of this blog so I wanted to improve stuff and maybe try to make it better for y'all, so now you can contact me with stuff besides email. Not like anyone contacts me anyway though. Anyway, that's all. I'm trying to write more blog entries more often, I wanna make up for the lost time through the whole summer. I hope you're doing well, thank you for reading this long if you did.
- Trevor Walker Creek was the most beautiful town ever. Have I said that before? Because it's damn well true. There were absolutely tons of hiking paths around, with lakes, mountains, rolling hills and forests and basically any aspect of nature you could think of. I hiked a lot, couldn't run or anything with my leg but walking was just fine. I liked the paths near Waterfield Park and Ramsey Park a lot but there were way more than just those. The paths by the lake were amazing, especially if you got up high and looked down at it. Absolutely beautiful. I've driven to go hiking here in Texas before. Not often enough though. It's a lot harder to drive, hike, or really do anything these days. But I've been trying more since we're all just stuck inside anyway. Hiking is really nice here too, but nothing beats the towering trees and perfectly molded landscape of Walker Creek. Or the crisp morning air of a town in the middle of nowhere with nature all around, the perfect vistas of well kept hiking trails, etc. Camping was big there too but wasn't really my thing. Anyway, there's some memories for you.
- Trevor Ms. Beezeworth was a kind soul, loved by most people in the town. She baked all sorts of desserts and casseroles for town meetings, assisted the community, basically did everything she could to make the town she loved even better. At the same time, she was a badass if you crossed her, and could seriously mess you up. The gunshot from that night my leg got torn open? Pretty sure that was her. She was a WW2 widow, so she lived alone. I helped her out as much as I could, as did a lot of people. We'd visit her and talk with her, make her food or tea, go with her to shop, that kind of thing. Ms. Beezeworth wasn't the only person the town helped like that, but I didn't do anything for the others much. She died in '69 sadly. I miss her, hearing her stories about the depression or the war, about growing up in the 1910's and 20's. I suppose I'm like her now, alone and telling stories to the youth. Funny how life works like that, like a cycle. Interesting.
- Trevor This story is a real strange one, I've never seen anything like it in anywhere else. Around 1973, there was this insane worm infestation in town. I still don't even know what type of worm it was, but they were this little white sons of bitches that got into every nook and cranny everywhere. Some of them got insanely large, I swear I saw some be the size of a squirrel. The local government responded with literally nothing since this is right after the town got run into the ground by Mayor Lambert. So the townsfolk took it upon themselves to form a task force to get rid of them, and we were surprisingly able to. Within about three months we were worm free. But they infected pets, even people. We had to put some down for acting strange and violent even. It was a weird time. That whole period with Lambert and everything was just really weird. I don't have much more to say about this though.
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