•5:42 PM
Here's our junior hunter-gatherer. Christian just walked in and announced, "I brought home dinner!" Now we'll fry all fifteen inches of goodness up in a pan...nothing says 'summer in the country' like fried catfish.
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4 comments:
This reminds me of a summer when I was a kid. The creek rose above its banks and I was out skipping through mud puddles...and found a giant catfish in one of the puddles about a half-mile from the creek bed. Scared the sh#t outta me.
We don't have those here, or at least I don't think so. When I was a kid we would go ice fishing with my dad an Gedo. My kids have gone with my dad and caught some fish. It is on a lake and they usually catch white fish or jacks.
Two questions. (1) Why is this fish smiling? and (2) What's the story with the t-shirt? Something about WMD (= cool) but the fish is HIDING the beginning bits.
Ah, a man who can provide. Gotta love him.