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eBooks are now Available!

There is now a three(3) chapter free read: Texas Rising

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I have added the eBooks  in PDF format to our inventory.  The new ‘TEXAS RISING’ is only $4.99 US . ‘COUGAR!’, ‘NIGHT WIND’, and ‘THUNDER RANCH’ are $2.99 US. All eBooks are sent via email as soon as payment is received. Purple Sage Entertainment Store

If you want to get ‘TEXAS RISING’ personalized in soft cover, please visit our store site: Purple Sage Entertainment Store or send a check made out to:

Will Dallas

P.O. Box 4159

Hopkinsville, Kentucky 42241

For a soft cover, please enclose a check or money order for $16.95 + $2.00 s&h for each book.

Make sure to include your return address, and the name that you want the book(s) made out to.


Links to the new eBooks

Hey Y’all,

We had a sellout on the THUNDER RANCH books at the Silver Spur Gun and Blade Show this past weekend in Midland, Texas! Thanks to all of our readers, fans, and new folks that stopped by the table for their copies of the last book in the Michael Tucker adventure series.

If you prefer to read on your Kindle tablet, here are the links for all three books in the series, all offered at the low price of $1.99 ea.




Print editions can be ordered through any book outlet, just have them search ‘W.W. Brock’.

Our last Texas shows will be on the 12th, 13th, and 14th of June at both the Permian Gun Show at the Ector County Coliseum and at the Horse Show Arena in Midland during the Outdoors Expo. I hope to see you all then.


June Update

I have had several requests from folks wanting a bit more information about “COUGAR!” especially since a title search brings up some unsavory activity related to the name. That certainly wasn’t intentional on my part, I can assure you! It just never crossed my mind that a cougar could be anything other than a big cat!

“COUGAR!” is basically a story of several good, moral people caught up in events that make their moral compasses drift more than a bit off course. As the story unfolds, the reader is taken through a roller coaster ride of emotionally charged events ranging from fear, anger, happiness, sadness, longing, and intense love.

I suppose the question that is raised when our characters run afoul of some very heavy handed government officials while in the course of their everyday activities is, “How would you, the reader, react if you were suddenly thrown into like circumstances beyond your control?”

I am happy to report that the screen play is almost finished, and it promises to be even more exciting than the book. I’m not giving out any “spoilers” here, so if you haven’t read the book, here is where you can find it either in print or as an eBook in all of the popular formats.

BOOKLOCKER: http://booklocker.com/books/6224.html

AMAZON: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00CGTMJPW

BARNES & NOBLE: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/cougar-ww-brock/1043022237?ean=2940016694382

ITUNES: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/cougar!/id639476617

W. W.

Another Story While We Wait…

Well, the book is not on the Booklocker.com site yet so how about another short story while we wait, and don’t forget to read your free excerpt from “COUGAR!” by clicking on the above link.

In 1984, I was running a 54 foot, Alabama built sport fisherman named the “Connie D”. We had had a pretty good early season, and a group of fellows from Alaska came into the marina to kill some time while their wives played golf. Of course they had caught more fish and bagged more game than any of us and really talked down to the people that were running the marina. When we arrived back at the dock after a very successful day of bottom fishing and a couple of big coolers full of fish for our charter, these fellows decided to charter the “Connie D” for a day and try to put up with the “inferior” fishing that South Carolina had to offer.

In early August down here off of Myrtle Beach, SC, the big mackerel started feeding in the last hour before dark, normally long after the charter boats have to be back at the dock. I decided to teach these guys a lesson about South Carolina fishing, and fishermen, so we headed the “Connie D” offshore to a spot that we had reserved for our commercial endeavors in the fall and winter months.

By mid-afternoon we had close to 600 pounds of snapper and grouper on board and 6 tired, happy, and apologetic fisherman in the cockpit. One of them asked me if there were any King Mackerel to be had and I told him that there was a spot within sight of Myrtle Beach where they hole up that time of year, but they would have to charter us for another half day if they wanted a chance at them. I knew that those fish were always there after July and that they always were larger than 20 pound fish!

We caught another 20 or so fish that had to be stacked behind the fish boxes for lack of room and those guys were happy, so much so that they offered me a job in Kodiak, Alaska hunting bear with them! I never did get to make that trip, but I do know that they had never had a day on the water like we showed them.

Not only did we get paid for two charters in one day, the mate and I got to keep all of the fish which we promptly sold! Of course you can’t fish like that anymore because of government regulations, but the memories cannot be suppressed…yet.


A Fish Story

I remember one warm week in January of 1982 when the temperatures that should have been in the thirties, were soaring into the seventies and the cold waters of the Atlantic Ocean were covered with a thick soupy fog because of the warm air. Black Sea Bass prices were at an all time high on the New York market so everyone was out trying to trap a few boxes of the prize fish. The problem was that everyone was out fishing.

My mate and I left the dock early on Monday morning before daylight in the 31’9” BHM, the “Sea Wolf”, and headed to the Northeast of Murrells Inlet, S.C. in zero visibility. Since we did not have radar on board, we were extremely nervous about getting run over. The fog did not lift as the day wore on either, and the radio chatter let us know that we were sharing the water off of Little River, North Carolina with about twenty other boats. Dave and I took turns running carefully from one Loran coordinate to the next in hopes of finding a bed of Black Sea Bass. Smack in the middle of a great little spot was another boat, and we almost ran over him! We maneuvered off shore about a mile and finally, on an otherwise flat bottom, marked what looked like fish. Dave dropped a try line and immediately yelled for the traps. Up came three Sea Bass in the five pound range! Down went fourteen Chesapeake crab traps into the spot that was not much larger than our boat. In the course of six hours, Dave and I pulled 4600 pounds of mostly large fish aboard and iced them down. We also maintained radio silence until we had slipped away toward the Fish House under the cover of fog, hopeful of having the first fish shipped while the prices were up. In the week that followed, the “Sea Wolf” brought in a little over 10,000 pounds of fish in three trips, and we watched as the prices fell from $3.60 a pound for the first large fish on Monday to $.20 a pound for all of our fish on Friday.

As I write this today, there has been a five fish limit imposed on Black Sea Bass by NOAA, with no fish being allowed in the winter months. Just another abuse of power by a corrupt government agency run amok.

Don’t forget to read your free excerpt from “COUGAR!” by clicking on the link at the top of the page, and look for the book to be available next week.


Memories are Made of This!

Back in early 1980s I ran a 31’9” BHM, the “Sea Wolf”, out of Murrells Inlet, SC in the pursuit of Grouper in the fall and spring, and Black Sea Bass during the winter when they would “stack up”. Using a standard Chesapeake Bay crab trap it wasn’t unusual to haul back 200 pounds of Bass in one trap, and we had several trips where two of us pulled 4400 pounds of fish in less than six hours!

Those days are long gone, not so much because of a decline in the fish stocks, but because of unwarranted government intervention in the various fisheries that have put hundreds, if not thousands of fishermen out of work in the past few years. The oddest thing is that NOAA is now in charge of the fisheries and that agency cannot even get the weather right most of the time!

I remember taking 30 pound Red Snapper on “Puerto Rican” drop rigs when they were bringing $3.60 a pound. It was over ten years after I stopped fishing before I even ate a Red Snapper, because of the money that one fish represented to my family.

Now I look out across the inlet when I am out fishing for flounder or trout, and see that most of the charter boat captains are running pontoon boats looking for the same flounder, trout, and drum that we wouldn’t have thought of fishing for twenty years ago except for the occasional day off from running offshore.

But folks, I have some memories of those days that are still sweet to me. Memories of fishing tournaments on a 31’ Bertram, the “Catch 22”, with a pair of custom big block Chevrolets producing a combined 900+ horse power. I remember losing a rudder on a 95’ dragger 100 miles off of Savannah, GA during a storm and bringing it all the way back to the Georgetown, SC light by rigging a steering sweep because the Coast Guard didn’t have anything big enough to tow us, and being caught in a sustained 70 knot Northwester 70 miles North East of Georgetown, SC because of a NOAA screw up in a weather forecast. Not to mention having a boat catch on fire with my paycheck in the hold and the CG refusing to help us. Yep, those days are gone and probably never coming back, but man oh man, what a bunch of memories!

Well, the government says that you all cannot do the things that I did, but they are not yet controlling what I can write about, so this blog is going to be telling lots of sea stories interspersed with a few good hunting ones also. Feel free to share some of your own experiences and don’t forget to read the excerpt from “COUGAR!”.