“Let me help you,” Travis Hunter says, quietly but firmly. “Bring him right to me.” We were on a boat in a private lake west of Fort Worth, doing what Hunter loves to do more than anything but playing football. We had driven his Dodge Ram TRX Sandblast Edition pickup on a two-lane road until the houses disappeared, unlocked a gate and rolled down a gravel path that took us to Hunter’s happy place. Surrounded by brown prairie and brown cows, we had come to this brown body of water to catch largemouth bass.
And the action had just begun.
