My world has been a bit chaotic between kitchen reModel(big thanks to Chip Adams and his company clambank construction for the excellent job they did:smiley:) …change in work schedule …and the weather that always seemed to kick it’s heals up in fury when I had a day off …but finally…yes finally…I was able to spend a few days in the creeks with my daddy…and afterwards my life seemed to make sense again.
First trip out we did a little “fish scouting” …didnt find very many shrimp but found a few fish.
Weather called for it to blow…but we couldn’t have asked for a nicer day. Ride out was crisp and despite the cold air in my face I couldn’t seem to breathe the smell of salt water and marsh banks in fast enough to fill my lungs with true “life breaths” again.
The eagle that always sits high up in a dead tree was there, but the king fisher that sits further away and who i always see daddy looking for…was not…and .daddy said he must have gone out of town for thanksgiving:smiley:.
I saw the old horsehead tower laying on its side as if it had collapsed in weariness…and I told daddy for some reason I I had the urge to try to throw a blanket over it or try to straighten it back upright.
It still makes me so sad to see it laying there .
We saw a bank shining bright white in the distance…and as we got closer it was the largest group of white pelicans either of us had ever seen.
We talked a lot about “old times”… Shrimpers, oystermen, family and friends…daddys antics as a boy, and growing up in the creeks and the many changes he had seen.
daddy’s stories filled my heart with more memories to treasure.
I don’t think he has ever told me a story that wasn’t full of life…stories that help me relive the memory he shares…and somehow always stories he has never told me before.
Hahahaha…daddy told me to cover my eyes so I couldn’t see where he was talking me to his top secret fishing spot. I told him I could tell by how many turns we took and the smell of the marsh
Fat and healthy…and set free
Haha…miner dinner and no matter how hard you try to "push "that fish…it’s not going to look bigger!
Shrimps…
Spot tail…with a big spot
I knew I needed a fishing fix when I would look at this at work and it would remind me of a fishing bobber in the marsh
Crabbing with my daddy/crabbing with my daughter hats…thank you so much windswept embroidery in mt pleasant for gifts we will always treasure. Please call them for your embroidery needs.
Haha…I told daddy to look serious…
I would know him anywhere…he said kids didn’t invite “busting a sag” creek men and shrimpers did:smiley:
Nothing like crawling into a frozen stiff pair of rubber pants…btw…if anyone sees Santa…I need some new ones! These are daddy’s
Thank you you guys so much. When I leave after spending a day in the creeks with daddy…my face is grinning so much it hurts…and although I’m tired…it’s a good tired. I’m glad y’all don’t mind my ramblings…
I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas. treasure the times you have with family and friends. That’s the true treasures and “gifts” that matter in life.
“Beggars…I felt a big splat on my head…daddy tried to hide his smile as I yelled…that bird crapped on me…he said it didn’t…but I knew it had white washed my head better than that fence in Tom Sawyer and huck finn.”
If I received a Christmas Card with a picture of Pen with a seagull ‘poo’ on her head, I would feel like I was inducted into a very special club.
But, I am quite happy reading ANY post that is about you and your dad and M-Ville.
