SPORTS
1974 champ shares season journey
The Bowie News is publishing a letter sent in from David Prater, who was the starting center, co-captain and named to the all-state tournament team on the 1974 Bowie boy’s basketball state title team. He is the son of Bettie and the late Paul Prater and wanted to give his first-hand account of that season as a tribute to his Coach Gayno Shelton after the team was featured in the looking back series. The letter will be published in two parts.
The excitement of moving should have been more tempered by the fact we were leaving a place we had called home for 10 years. Being an introvert, I had teammates, classmates and neighbors of which only a few I would say were friends.
Of course we were not moving to some strange town. We were moving to Bowie, where dad had played on the first team to go to state and mom graduated with Temple Tucker and saw four straight state championships. We had come to Bowie every Christmas and summer my whole life. I knew Heard’s Hardware, Bradley’s Jewelry, Piggly Wiggly and other downtown stores. I knew the names of lots of mom and dad’s friends and classmates. I just didn’t know anyone my age.
The team I was leaving had a 10–14 record that year. One of their better records and the first time for double digit victories in while. If you believed the newspaper, and as a 16–17 year old I did, it was implied and sometimes stated that the reason we didn’t win more was the poor post play.
If I had a good game, they wrote about the rarity of a good game by me and how it was wasted in a losing effort. I hoped the move would allow me to just play and not be the reason we won or lost. Bowie had a good basketball program with winning seasons, so I hoped I could just fit in.
We had been in town for a week or so and it was time for a haircut. Dad and I walked into the barber shop and were the only customers. I went first and after a minute the barber asked if we were new in town. I said we had just moved in from New Mexico and I was going to be a senior. He slapped me on the back a couple of times and said, “By God you are real. We heard a 6-foot-8-inch Mexican was moving in and you were all-state for three years!”
I was terrified, horrified, mortified and every other fied you can think of. I quickly tried to explain I wasn’t any good. I had barely made all-district honorable mention in a four team district. I was not going to lead the team to state. I wasn’t that good. I suddenly felt a lot of expectations and pressure.
Some time passed and dad decided we needed a break from repairs on the turn of the century house we were living in, so we went to see if we could get in the high school gym. We were in luck. The back door of the school was unlocked. We walked in and started looking at the trophy cases and pictures of old teams.
Found his team pictures and some state championship trophies. Suddenly we heard a heavy door open and close and out marched a short little janitor from the gym side. I could tell it was the janitor by the big wad of keys on his hip. He headed towards the front and glancing over his shoulder saw us. I swear he stopped in mid-stride, spun around on his back foot, marched right up to us, stuck out his hand while looking up at us and said, “Hi, I’m Gayno Shelton, boys’ basketball coach. Can I help you?” I hope he didn’t see the disappointment I felt when I was thinking, “Great, another little want-to-be basketball player who is trying to coach. What is he going to teach me about becoming a better post player?”
He took us through the gym, assigned me a locker and then started talking crazy. He gave me a basketball that I was responsible for keeping up with. He said the gym was open most evenings and on the weekend. That’s crazy! Gyms were only open during basketball season and only if there was practice or a game. We had 40 guys and half a dozen old basketballs between us. Who had their own real basketball? He then said he wanted me to do some weight lifting. That was something new also.
A few days later I got the courage to ride my 10-speed bicycle to the gym and see if it was open. There were quite a few people there. After introductions, we started a new game. One of the first plays, Bobby Brashear dribbled down the left side of the lane. I moved to the other side to get out of his way and found a pass heading right at me. I don’t know if I scored, but I remember thinking, I had better keep an eye on him all the time or I might find a pass in my ear.
It was a great summer. I met the church youth group which became a haven from the expectations of basketball and the disappointment people would have once they saw me play.
I rode my 10-speed all over town, played lots of basketball and lifted a few weights. I bulked up my 6-foot-8-inch frame to 180 pounds.
To read the full story, pick up a copy of the weekend edition of the Bowie News.
SPORTS
Summer doldrums
By Luke Clayton
Your outdoor scribe has been taking a cue from the fish and critters the past week. I am up well before daylight and enjoying the cooler hours of the morning and then seeking AC during the heat of the day whenever possible. Wildlife and fish do much the same, but they are smart enough to simply seek deeper water or look for shade in areas with a breeze when the summer sun bears down.
But even during the hottest period of the year, I still find ways to enjoy time in the outdoors. Let me share with you a few activities that I have found enjoyable, even when daytime temperatures are at or above the century mark. I have a good buddy with a covered boat dock and he keeps the water under the shaded portion baited with grain. Catfish, both channel cats and eater size blues are always plentiful this time of year thanks to the abundant food supply shade.
One of my favorite summer pastimes is arriving at the dock about the break of day and fishing cheese bait vertically under the dock. I bet the fishing would be good there even during midday but as mentioned, that is when ole’ Luke has himself positioned around a cooling AC unit somewhere. The water is only about 5 foot deep under the dock and a coffee can full of grain tossed around the dock puts the fish into instant feeding mode. Fishing could not be easier, I have a big fish basked tethered to the dock for my catch and a cooler back in the truck full of ice that I picked up before daylight on my way to fish.
Rigging is simple, a #4 treble hook baited with cheese bait with a small split shot about six inches above. The weight serves two purposes; it helps get the bait down to about six inches above bottom where the catfish are and it makes the sometime subtle strikes easier to detect. The bites usually occur the instant the bait gets near bottom and a quick hook set is necessary. The ‘eater’ size catfish I usually catch weighing between 1.5 and 3 pounds are notorious for hitting the baits on the run and the window for making a hookset is short. I use a 6-foot lightweight spinning rig with a soft tip that makes ‘feeling’ the fish easier.
Bait is not all that important, they will hit anything from earthworms to liver but I use a cheese bait that I helped Magic Bait company develop years ago. It’s called Stick-It and for years it’s been my go to bait for catching channel catfish. Needle nose pliers are a must for removing the hooks and snipping off the end of the barbs. I learned long ago to take the time and break the ends the barbs off to avoid getting stuck when the fish flop around and they always do when fresh out of the water. It usually only takes less than two hours to catch my limit and before the sun begins beating down, I have the fish on ice and heading back home to my little fish cleaning station-situated under a big shady oak in front of the little cabin behind my house. By the time the sun starts heating things up outside, you know where I will be! Chances are pretty good you might know where there is a shady dock on a lake nearby to enjoy some of this earl morning fishing. Many public lakes have fishing piers that provide good fishing, you can always bring a bucket of cattle range cubes along for chum, the catching might not always be non-stop like around a baited hole but chances are good you can catch a nice mess of good eating catfish and… be back home before it gets hot.
I limit my hog hunts to the first couple hours after sunset this time of year and I am planning a pork procurement hunt this coming week. My good friend Larry Weishuhn aka. “Mr. Whitetail” and I have an event we’re hosting at the Dallas Safari Club office in September. We will be visiting with folks and telling a few campfire stories but also furnishing dinner. I will help Larry grill a bunch of buffalo burgers, made from meat from a buffalo Larry’s friend Steven Hornady shot last winter at the Choctaw Hunting Lodge owned by the Choctaw Nation in southeast Oklahoma. My job is to supply the pulled pork.
My plan is to shoot a couple of fat younger pigs weighing from eighty to one hundred pounds and slow smoke the meat with several domestic pork butts and then chop it all into pulled pork sandwich meat. I absolutely loved wild pork from younger hogs but it is often a good bit more dry than domestic pork. The fat from the Hormel pork butts will blend well with the lean wild pork. I smoke pork at about 200 degrees for 12 hours usually. To keep it from drying out, I use large aluminum pans to retain the moisture. I like my pulled pork sandwiches to be well seasoned and punch holes in the meat and load it with bit so garlic and slices of jalapeno and then when the meat is fall off the bone tender, chop the garlic and jalapeno in with the meat and season with black pepper, salt and usually more garlic powder. A good dose of Bullseye barbeque sauce puts the finishing touches on the sandwiches. I caught the pork on sale last week and have about 40 pounds of meat in the freezer. I have a sounder of ‘just right’ pigs hitting one of my corn feeders every night and plan to be in the bed of my old GMC with my CVA .223 Cascade rifle topped with an ATN Thor 6 Mini thermal scope. Of course, I will have a big cooler half full of ice with me-have to keep that meat chilled in this heat you know!
Listen to Luke’s weekly podcast “Catfish Radio with Luke Clayton and Friends” just about everywhere podcasts are found. Email Luke through his website www.catfishradio.org
SPORTS
BHS tennis ready to roll into Fall
While school won’t start for another two weeks yet, Bowie tennis coach Dayna Boothe is getting her netters ready to start the 2026 Fall season.
Tryouts began July 21 with nearly 25 players trying out.
Boothe will have a young boys team this year but is excited about their prospects.
“Our boys team is returning with five juniors, a strong sophomore and some promising incoming freshmen,” Boothe said. “It will be a strong building year for our boys team.”
Boothe said the Lady Rabbits will be led by junior state champion in girl’s doubles last Spring Willow Seibert.
For further details, pick up a copy of Thursday’s Bowie News.
SPORTS
Bellevue gets new girl’s BB coach
The allure of coaching can be too much for some. Shea Diffie is just that type.
Diffie coached girl’s basketball at Slidell for a time. After the school moved up to Class 2A, Diffie quit coaching and took on a traveling salesperson’s position. After putting on what he says was more than 60,000 miles on his truck over the last year, he decided to get back into coaching.
He met with Bellevue’s athletic director, Colby Broussard, and recently became the new girl’s basketball coach. He replaces Larry Tidwell, who moved on to Arlington Baptist University to become their girl’s basketball coach.
For further details, pick up a copy of Thursday’s Bowie News.
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