I have camped at this unusual lake three times, and once stayed in a motel near it for a family reunion in 1988.  It is located a few hours west of  Ft. Worth in north central Texas.  The unusual feature of this lake is the 100-200 foot cliffs that surround most of it.  Very beautiful.  I caught my first big fish at this lake in 1989 with Dad (two catfish and a black bass).  I took my only two camping trips in high school to this lake with my friends.  The first of those trips I went with Nolan Springer, Kevin Whitam and Michael Mendez during spring break of my sophomore year, 1993.  We had an amazingly fun time. We camped (as always) in the state park campground which was very nice.  Near the camp was a large dock that everbody seemed to like to fish off of.  We all tried it too.  Huge sun lamps hung out over the water gave the impression that fish could easily be caught here.  Nolan caught a small perch the size of his hand early in the day, but other than that, noone had any luck.  This was not due to lack of appropriate quarry.  The fish were so thick in the water that we resorted to attempts at snagging them with the hooks rather than baiting them.  No luck with that either.  On the final cast of the night, Nolan threw his brother's rod and reel over the edge and it probably lies there still at the bottom of the bay.  I kept a journal of the trip, but it has disapeared somewhere over the years which is really too bad. The second of the high school trips came the year after in an attempt to recapture the fun of the first one.  Take two did not go quite so smoothly.  The list of campers grew to include Mark Burkett and Chad Green.  The weather was not on our side that week, and the rain came down from the time we arrived until we left two days early, two days later.  What a lousy time.  A few good memories were taken home, but not so much as the first trip.
 

Nolan the chef.  Why does Mike have a hatchet?
 
 

Michael doesn't like Nolan's cooking.