The host for this Fun Monday is Olive, who wants a fish story as per her instructions:
Hey, we are starting a new month and will be celebrating our
Day of Independence soon in the US so let’s make the next FM a fun
time. I would like to hear about your *whopper* of a fishing story.
Yes, you heard it correctly whether it is fictional or non fictional I
want to hear a fishing story from you. An example would be if you catch
a minnow and tell it that you caught a swordfish (exaggeration is the
operative word here). Did you hear me say show your photo(s)? Of course
you did – be creative.
I haven't fished a lot in my life and looking back ow on those experiences, you might not have to wonder why. Oh I don't mind fishing. According to books and movies, fishing is relaxing and enjoyable. Hmmm, let's see. I have three stories, I will give one.
A few years while a teen, I lived on the banks of the Red River on the Oklahoma side. While there were a few lakes around, we also used the river to deliver catfish to the table every so often. I went out with some of the more experienced locals in the area late one afternoon, because "that's when the fish were biting" though later I would learn, it would not matter. If you know anything about a catfish, it is a bottom feeder and has "whiskers". If you don't know anything about them, here is a picture:While I did not understand at the time, the experienced fishermen suggested we leave one car on the banks on the Texas side and drove the boat to another landing site in Oklahoma. Before we get into our flat-bottom boat, we get the essential supplies: beer cooler, trident with rope, 12-volt battery with wiring, and various tools (float-able of course).
I, being a novice, am given specific instructions. If I hear any sort of engine other than our own, or see anything flying in our direction, such as a law enforcement plane, we are to immediately evacuate to the nearest foliage and meet in the pre-designated area. Hmm, something seems amiss, but I figured their Wal-Mart fishing licenses had expired and since I did not have one either, I was cool with running from the law.
My two "friends" ( I will identify them as Remy and Don - not their real names, but they don't read this blog anyway...) and I put into the Red River whereas we began to fish for our prey. I was the helmsman and drove us upriver until we got to a spot far enough from our vehicles. At this time, Remy explained the intricacies of "telephoning". So I will pass this along to you now.
Using the 12-volt battery, and the wires provided, one attaches a wire to the negative battery pole, and the other to the positive pole. Both wires (approximately 6' long) are toss over into the river, where the water is. Now go back up to the catfish pictures. They haver whiskers, remember? The current from the electricity generates enough voltage to stimulate (shock the hell out of...) the catfish through the whiskers. The fish does not like this. This is where the trident and net comes into play.
Almost immediately, I see fish jumping out of the water. Catfish by the dozens are skimming the surface. I pointed out that a catfish was flopping up a drift log nearby. Remy and Don are frantically scooping up catfish and tossing them into the boat, where the fish immediately thank us. Note: for some reason this only works on catfish, and Remy guaranteed that if there were any other fish nearby, they would be safe. We also figured human swimmers would be okay too. However, I was a little concerned if there were any men skinny dipping nearby, mostly because of their "whiskers" and hoped we didn't hear any hollering.
Since my motor was off (I was saving gas - it was expensive back in the late 70s...), I was in tune to the sounds of nature. It suddenly came to my attention that a distant engine sound was getting closer. I looked up and around and saw the speck we did not want to see - a federalie. I put down my beer and yelled at the two fishermen, happily hauling in jolted fish. I pointed to the sky and we immediately began evacuation procedures.
The first thing to do was dump the battery and wiring overboard, which I thought would explode, but sadly did not. The next thing was to start the engine and head for shore. The engine did not start. The next step was to begin paddling. We forgot the paddles. Next step, get out poles and pretend to fish the ole fashioned way. We forgot poles. Noting that we were in Oklahoma, we did the next best thing. We cracked open some beer and as the ranger flew over, we toasted in our "good ole boy" fashion.
We finally got the motor to turn over and taking no chances, we went to the Texas side where we could hide the boat and escape in the 1974 brown Nova (Oklahoma tags). That is about it. We ended up with about 5 of the catfish, and prepared them for the frying pan. I have two more "fishing " stories, but we'll have to wait for someone else to ask about them at a later date... Happy FM - NLM
Now go on over and visit the other Fun Monday Participants:
1. From The Planet Of Janet
2. Pensieve
3. RDH Mom
4. Ramblings By Reba
5. Nekkerd Lizards Adventures
6. Beyond My Slab
7. A Slice Of Life
8. Lisa's Chaos
9. My 4 Kids
10. The Lurchers
11. My Husband Calls Me Weird
12. A Florida Journal
13. Quarter Notes
14. Growing Older But Not Up
15. Hootin Anni's
16. Summit Musings
17. Our Happy Happenings
18. Nine Acres: 20 Miles North of Nowhere
19. Mama Rehema
20. Holties House
21. Sayre Smiles
22. Karisma and Kids
23. The Prytz Family
24. Mama Drama - Min
25. Ms Cellania
26. Deb's Buzz
27. Mama Drama - Stephanie
28. Dungarees Ablaze
29. Grand Life
30. Anecdotes, Antidotes, & Anodes







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Sometimes, we are caught with our pants down, etc. It seems I was given this late assignment by NLL just before I was heading for bed.
Jerky
is meat that has been cut into strips trimmed of fat, marinated in a
spicy, salty or sweet liquid, and then dried with low heat (usually
under 70°C/160°F) or occasionally salted and sun-dried. The result is a
salty, stripped, semi-sweet snack that can be stored without
refrigeration. Jerky is an early application of food preservation
techniques. It is also very expensive. On a recent road trip with my
cousin, Nekked Lizard Man, we ate our weight in jerky. My teeth were
sore from gnawing on that leathery substance. We tried every flavor
from teriyaki, to peppered, to liver flavored, to sweet and spicy,
Jamaican jerk jerky, Cajun, and, my all-time favorite: hot enough to
melt your tongue and fry your brain. My digestive juices are still
working overtime.
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