Senior State Trooper with the Texas Department of Public Safety.
Wesley went out onto Lake Travis at about 5 p.m. Monday, May 17, 2010 to check his trot lines when a major storm suddenly moved through the area. About an hour later his wife found his aluminum boat washed up on the shore with Wesley nowhere in sight.
On Wednesday, May 19, 2010 at 7:11 a.m. Wesley's body was recovered in a small cove near his home by his brother troopers of the Texas Department of Public Safety dive team.
I knew and worked with Wesley for twenty years. He was a very unique man and I will never forget him.
He had a fantastic sense of humor and was without a doubt the funnest person that I have ever known. A person would laugh so hard from the jokes and stories that Wesley would tell that you would start to cry. I always told Wesley that he should have gone into show business as a comedian and called himself the "Cajun Cop".
Wesley loved to fish and hunt and has done so since he was a small child. That is why he bought a house on Lake Travis so that he could just walk down to the lake and go out on his boat.
I believe that Wesley, given a choice of dying as an old man in bed or doing what he loved to do would have chosen to go be with his Lord while fishing on his lake. I just wished that the Lord could have given him a longer time to run his trot lines.
About two months after Wesley passed, on the afternoon of July 17, I was napping and had a dream about Wesley. In the dream, myself and another Trooper who was also a good friend of Wesley's, were climbing an extremely high mountain and we were going up to meet Wesley. After climbing the mountain for a while we finally came upon Wesley. He told us that he was very happy where he was at and we then all started to laugh like we always did when the three of us were together. Wesley then cooked us up some fish and we sat down and were laughing and eating when I woke up. I usally don't remember most of my dreams but this one I remember every detail. I believe that God was showing me through this dream that Wesley was in His presence.
THE FISHERMAN'S PRAYER
I pray that I may live to fish......
Until my dying day.
And when it comes to my last cast,
I then most humbly pray:
When in the Lord's great landing net
And peacefully asleep
That in His mercy I be judged
As good enough to keep.
Wesley went out onto Lake Travis at about 5 p.m. Monday, May 17, 2010 to check his trot lines when a major storm suddenly moved through the area. About an hour later his wife found his aluminum boat washed up on the shore with Wesley nowhere in sight.
On Wednesday, May 19, 2010 at 7:11 a.m. Wesley's body was recovered in a small cove near his home by his brother troopers of the Texas Department of Public Safety dive team.
I knew and worked with Wesley for twenty years. He was a very unique man and I will never forget him.
He had a fantastic sense of humor and was without a doubt the funnest person that I have ever known. A person would laugh so hard from the jokes and stories that Wesley would tell that you would start to cry. I always told Wesley that he should have gone into show business as a comedian and called himself the "Cajun Cop".
Wesley loved to fish and hunt and has done so since he was a small child. That is why he bought a house on Lake Travis so that he could just walk down to the lake and go out on his boat.
I believe that Wesley, given a choice of dying as an old man in bed or doing what he loved to do would have chosen to go be with his Lord while fishing on his lake. I just wished that the Lord could have given him a longer time to run his trot lines.
About two months after Wesley passed, on the afternoon of July 17, I was napping and had a dream about Wesley. In the dream, myself and another Trooper who was also a good friend of Wesley's, were climbing an extremely high mountain and we were going up to meet Wesley. After climbing the mountain for a while we finally came upon Wesley. He told us that he was very happy where he was at and we then all started to laugh like we always did when the three of us were together. Wesley then cooked us up some fish and we sat down and were laughing and eating when I woke up. I usally don't remember most of my dreams but this one I remember every detail. I believe that God was showing me through this dream that Wesley was in His presence.
THE FISHERMAN'S PRAYER
I pray that I may live to fish......
Until my dying day.
And when it comes to my last cast,
I then most humbly pray:
When in the Lord's great landing net
And peacefully asleep
That in His mercy I be judged
As good enough to keep.
Senior State Trooper with the Texas Department of Public Safety.
Wesley went out onto Lake Travis at about 5 p.m. Monday, May 17, 2010 to check his trot lines when a major storm suddenly moved through the area. About an hour later his wife found his aluminum boat washed up on the shore with Wesley nowhere in sight.
On Wednesday, May 19, 2010 at 7:11 a.m. Wesley's body was recovered in a small cove near his home by his brother troopers of the Texas Department of Public Safety dive team.
I knew and worked with Wesley for twenty years. He was a very unique man and I will never forget him.
He had a fantastic sense of humor and was without a doubt the funnest person that I have ever known. A person would laugh so hard from the jokes and stories that Wesley would tell that you would start to cry. I always told Wesley that he should have gone into show business as a comedian and called himself the "Cajun Cop".
Wesley loved to fish and hunt and has done so since he was a small child. That is why he bought a house on Lake Travis so that he could just walk down to the lake and go out on his boat.
I believe that Wesley, given a choice of dying as an old man in bed or doing what he loved to do would have chosen to go be with his Lord while fishing on his lake. I just wished that the Lord could have given him a longer time to run his trot lines.
About two months after Wesley passed, on the afternoon of July 17, I was napping and had a dream about Wesley. In the dream, myself and another Trooper who was also a good friend of Wesley's, were climbing an extremely high mountain and we were going up to meet Wesley. After climbing the mountain for a while we finally came upon Wesley. He told us that he was very happy where he was at and we then all started to laugh like we always did when the three of us were together. Wesley then cooked us up some fish and we sat down and were laughing and eating when I woke up. I usally don't remember most of my dreams but this one I remember every detail. I believe that God was showing me through this dream that Wesley was in His presence.
THE FISHERMAN'S PRAYER
I pray that I may live to fish......
Until my dying day.
And when it comes to my last cast,
I then most humbly pray:
When in the Lord's great landing net
And peacefully asleep
That in His mercy I be judged
As good enough to keep.
Wesley went out onto Lake Travis at about 5 p.m. Monday, May 17, 2010 to check his trot lines when a major storm suddenly moved through the area. About an hour later his wife found his aluminum boat washed up on the shore with Wesley nowhere in sight.
On Wednesday, May 19, 2010 at 7:11 a.m. Wesley's body was recovered in a small cove near his home by his brother troopers of the Texas Department of Public Safety dive team.
I knew and worked with Wesley for twenty years. He was a very unique man and I will never forget him.
He had a fantastic sense of humor and was without a doubt the funnest person that I have ever known. A person would laugh so hard from the jokes and stories that Wesley would tell that you would start to cry. I always told Wesley that he should have gone into show business as a comedian and called himself the "Cajun Cop".
Wesley loved to fish and hunt and has done so since he was a small child. That is why he bought a house on Lake Travis so that he could just walk down to the lake and go out on his boat.
I believe that Wesley, given a choice of dying as an old man in bed or doing what he loved to do would have chosen to go be with his Lord while fishing on his lake. I just wished that the Lord could have given him a longer time to run his trot lines.
About two months after Wesley passed, on the afternoon of July 17, I was napping and had a dream about Wesley. In the dream, myself and another Trooper who was also a good friend of Wesley's, were climbing an extremely high mountain and we were going up to meet Wesley. After climbing the mountain for a while we finally came upon Wesley. He told us that he was very happy where he was at and we then all started to laugh like we always did when the three of us were together. Wesley then cooked us up some fish and we sat down and were laughing and eating when I woke up. I usally don't remember most of my dreams but this one I remember every detail. I believe that God was showing me through this dream that Wesley was in His presence.
THE FISHERMAN'S PRAYER
I pray that I may live to fish......
Until my dying day.
And when it comes to my last cast,
I then most humbly pray:
When in the Lord's great landing net
And peacefully asleep
That in His mercy I be judged
As good enough to keep.
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