http://ridinouttherecession.com/?p=447 Coverin the bases in Miz Judi's Kitchen Thu, 23 Apr 2015 10:51:20 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.1.3 http://ridinouttherecession.com/?p=447#comment-639 Sandra Fri, 06 May 2011 00:56:27 +0000 http://ridinouttherecession.com/?p=447#comment-639 Funniest thing I have ever read. We are lucky people who had Mom's and Dad's that hauled us around fishing. Both my parents loved to fish, but would not go fishing together. He had his ponds and lakes he liked and she preferred tributary fishing in a boat. With a guide. When my mother took me fishing we had to wait in the car for our "Guide", seemed like forever for the "Guide" to show up. I am telling you some of the "Guides" she hired would make my hair stand on end. Her guides were really old fishermen and women that fished for a living and definetely knew where to go. She would tell them what kind of fish she was looking for and presto, she would have a string full and ready to go. Some of these tributaries were connected to the Mighty Mississippi and huge fish would migrate to these waters. Alligator Gars, huge Buffalo, spoonbill and yellow cats. I always wondered why we went to waterways traveled by these monsters to get a small fish like in ponds and lakes. My Mother would smile and say she could always out do my Father's fishing in size and quanity, bringing home Friday night supper. And she always did. Her platters of fried fish were huge, his not so big. I don't think he ever knew how she was out fishing him. And I never told. Funniest thing I have ever read. We are lucky people who had Mom’s and Dad’s that hauled us around fishing. Both my parents loved to fish, but would not go fishing together. He had his ponds and lakes he liked and she preferred tributary fishing in a boat. With a guide. When my mother took me fishing we had to wait in the car for our “Guide”, seemed like forever for the “Guide” to show up. I am telling you some of the “Guides” she hired would make my hair stand on end. Her guides were really old fishermen and women that fished for a living and definetely knew where to go. She would tell them what kind of fish she was looking for and
presto, she would have a string full and ready to go. Some of these tributaries were connected to the Mighty Mississippi and huge fish would migrate to these waters.
Alligator Gars, huge Buffalo, spoonbill and yellow cats. I always wondered why we went to waterways traveled by these monsters to get a small fish like in ponds and lakes. My Mother would smile and say she could always out do my Father’s fishing in size and quanity, bringing home Friday night supper. And she always did. Her platters of fried fish were huge, his not so big.
I don’t think he ever knew how she was out fishing him. And I never told.

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