posted on July 5, 2005 05:19:34 PM new
Does anyone fish? Anyone want to hear the best lies about fishing?
C'mon you guys, I know I won't change the RT but there are things besides social upheaval and politics.
posted on July 5, 2005 05:25:06 PM new
I like that bumpersticker:
"My wife told me if I spend one more Saturday fishing, she'll leave me...GOD I'm gonna miss her."
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posted on July 5, 2005 08:47:09 PM new
I agree twig and Ron. But I like mine during ice fishing season. No limit on them. Catch them, cook them and clean them.
My friend and I always went ice fishing. Agared our hole and caught between 50 to 100 crappie,sunfish and blue gill a night. We each took half. I put them in my sink and about 15 minutes later had fish jumping all over my kitchen. They froze on the lake while we were fishing and thawed out in the sink before I cleaned them. Tough catching those fish the second time...
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posted on July 6, 2005 11:09:03 AM new
crayfish are tasty..just little bitty lobsters..here's what you do..get some oldish liver, a 5 gallon bucket, a big safety pin and some stout fishing line. Don't forget an afternoon's worth of good beer, I would reccomend, in no particular order, Negra Modelo, Sol, Newcastle Brown Ale, or Guinness. Go to a creek or river or cow pond. We use our irrigation ditch..Hook a good size chunk of liver onto the safety pin, and tie the fishing line onto the pin..throw your high tech rig into the slow moving part of the creek..tie your end of the line to a branch, stump, rock, your leg, a handy child or somewhere..have a beer and imagine the poor chumps who are rushing somewhere or other in traffic, risking their lives to get to work...now go check your rig..there will be several 'dads attached to the liver..pull them off and put them in the bucket with creek water to keep them alive..repeat the process until you have a whole bunch of crayfish and the beer is all gone..stumble home. Put about a cup of yellow cornmeal into the bucket of water and crayfish and let them alone overnight..this is crucial...they'll eat the cornmeal, but they don't digest it, it goes right thru them and cleans them out, so you don't have to. When you're ready to cook, get a big black cast iron skillet or, if you insist, a big skillet that is made of some lesser material like stainless steel, copper or (gasp) aluminum. Heat up some extra virgin olive oil in the bottom till it's egg frying hot, then add a whole lot of garlic cloves that are chopped into not too small chunks, quick now, toss in the critters right out of the bucket and with two spoons toss them around in the hot oil and garlic...in about a minute their death throes will subside and they'll stop moving, now it's time to sprinkle them with kosher salt, grind on lots of fresh black pepper, and empty a whole bottle of good dry white wine, a chenin blanc, chardonnay or pinot grigio will do just fine..best to stand back when you do that, lest the wine splatters you with hot oil...simmer them for a few minutes and dive in...you only eat the tails, pulling them off and peeling them like shrimp...your chickens will fight over the discarded body parts, so there's no waste at all!
buen provecho!!
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posted on July 6, 2005 02:54:49 PM new
prof- My aunt in Virginia taught us to catch crabs with a drumstick tied to string. When the crab grabs ahold of it, you pull them in and drop them in a bucket of salt water from where you are crabbing. I wonder if the corn meal would clean out crabs as well?
kraft- I won't invite you over when we cook lobsters!
posted on July 6, 2005 03:04:37 PM new
Oh, I just remembered a crawdad story!....
Mark and I did an art show about 6 years ago. We stopped at Wegman's to pick up some groceries on the way home, of which Mark chose some Cajun crayfish. (I knew they'd be too spicy for him.) We picked up the children, came home and Mark fixed his treat. He put one on each child's plate, telling them it wasn't a very good show so he had to go to the river and catch crawdads for dinner. The kids were horrified! The youngest was in the first grade. He looked at his plate and stated, "I'm not eating that thing Dad!" His sister agreed. At least the oldest tried one. I pulled pork chops out of the oven and all was well with our little world.
