We caught about 50+ crappie (pronounced ‘croppy’) this morning. We are taking pounds and pounds of crappie fillets back to Mississippi. There is a fish fry in our future. It was a beautiful morning, atypical for Texas this time of year. Started off almost chilly. Met up with the guide at the local gas station
Interrupting Furniture Appreciation Week a.k.a. Fall Cleaning, to go fishing.
What other explanation could there be for my silence? “Gone fishin’” is the grown-up equivalent of playing hooky. It’s the middle of the week! This man should be sitting at his desk in his ill-lit recycled-air-conditioned office reading philosophy papers. But is that what he’s doing? No. He is on a boat cruising into the
“My Goodness, Marica! That’s quite a large pond!” “RuFF!!” “Oh! Gosh, Missy. I didn’t see you sitting there looking over my shoulder.” “Oh my! hehehe. I didn’t mean to startle you, Marica. I just wanted to be near you. I’ve miss…” “RUFF.” “I’m sorry, my Dear Friend. We’ve missed you these last few days.” “Well, I’ve–
via Powerline’s Week in Pictures Truth be told, Mr. Big Food and I have reeled in a two-fer this weekend… football and fishing… in Alabama!
I will tell you what’s important. Fishing. Books. Fresh vegetables and bread. Inside jokes. Cats and, of course and most especially, dogs. And food. Things– organizationally speaking– come and go. The individual is the unit of analysis in history. Which is why I’d like to encourage you to get this book, Practical Bass Fishing. It
Since my last post about the crappy old book of the month on the Constitution of the United States, Mr. Big Food and I have traversed a fair number of miles. I’ve been keeping up with it. I believe I left off Wednesday evening when we caught some Spanish Mackerel and some Blues. Well, Mr.
That’s right! Mr. Big Food and I are doing some pier fishing again! This time casting into the Atlantic ocean. It is not the Mississippi Gulf Coast. There are many more people, but no casinos. Frankly, chief, I do not understand beach economics. Amateur tie dye. They are from South Carolina. Those cut up mens
We were bored so we packed up the truck and went fishin’. And we’d no sooner made it down the levee to that little sweet spot in the corner when it started raining. And then it started to thunder so we walked back to the truck, got Missy in, and drove home. The end.
Some more thoughts from Mr. Big Food’s Dad… If you never had a dad, granddad or kindly old uncle who taught you how to fish and you want to learn something about fishing…take a look at Take Me Fishing.org… It’s a great place to get information on fishing and boating… top places in your state
If you don’t know what all the fuss is about, read Mr. Big Food’s Dad’s thoughts on the subject.
Here’s Mr Big Food’s Dad’s Introduction to his first guest post here at Big Food etc. dot com: Marica— See if this one fits anything you need…Feel free to do any editing you need to…Love from Texas, JBSr Here’s his article– which I wouldn’t have touched even if I’d seen a spelling error (which I
As I was just telling– emailing– Mr. Big Food’s Dad, this is a particularly busy stretch. But we have all learned, over the years, little tricks that help us not only get through, but thrive during these stretches. Big Life & all. One thing we’ve learned is that when people who know you well offer
1. Mr. Big Food’s participation in the GOOD IDEAS forum on liberal gun ownership went well. As it was scheduled for 1:30 central time, and at the time we were making our way back to the Farm from the coast, Mr. Big Food chose an outdoor location from which to participate. Civil Rights 2. Daughter
I never wonder what it’s like to be a bat, but I swear, I some times wonder what it must be like to wander around so deluded that you think this book is worth $20. 1934. It’s not a real Webster’s Dictionary– and it says so on the title page! I thought it would be
1-888-SOS- A regular at the VFW pier– which is open– told us hooking turtles is not unusual. He said the folks at the Institute for Marine Studies respond promptly, usually within 30 minutes. (That’s a quicker response than Humans in Detroit get!) We did not hook a turtle today.
Pier closed We knew this. We just wanted to see it for ourselves. It’s a shame, too. It was a very nice pier and the fishing was good. The lady I talked with a while back at the Hancock Co. Sheriff’s Office blamed it on the Feds. It shouldn’t take a year to re-open a pier
Option #1: Take a stroll out to the peninsula to photograph others who chose Option #2: to go fishing catching as still others Option #3: survey the property. And now… . Nap time!
What’s the point of having a lake if you don’t go fishin’ even when there’s work to do? We took Rocky to our local farm stuff store. We were looking for a small tiller. It was busy. A while later, we decided to go fishing. … Insert dinner & stuff. … Seriously. I have a
enjoyin’ the mornin’, sippin’ some coffee, castin’ a line every now and then,” said Mr. Big Food when Missy and I walked down to the lake and through some brush over to the peninsula and I asked him how it was goin’. He hadn’t caught anything, but that’s hardly the point. More morning photos below