Have been looking forward to going crabbing with my daddy all week, so last night I go out to load my stuff for a 0400 departure…only to smell something “not right” as I entered the garage…and to find everything in the freezer had thawed:dizzy_face:…cant cry over spilled milk…or spoiled food…so cleaned up the mess and was determined to go with daddy this morning despite this and the 60% chance of rain that was predicted.
Eyes pop open at 0330 and sure enough…theres a steady drizzle outside…but hey…no lightening…so I will not be denied this day with my daddy! ///if he can tough it out…so can I:smiley:
barely a sprinkle when I got to Mcclellanville…although it did get a little gusty with a couple drizzles during the day…but wasnt too bad …and it wasnt long before all the stress of the week , and the night before had been forgotten…going “Home” is the best medicine in the world! Heres a few pics…
My grandaddy ad Robert Brailsford his cousin planted these trees on my mom and daddys street for “Mrs. May” when they were very young
BTW…heres daddys (and my:wink:) new gigging boat. Thanks Chris v!..and daddys old johnson pushes it great!
and check this old timer out!
looking a little dreary out there !..humming to myself…“rain -rain…go away…daddy and I need to crab today”
dont ask me what the cone means…maybe if you are here you are too close?
Tose crab claws and soft shells crabs were absolutely disgusting!..so terrible in fact I didn’t even want to chance throwing them in the garbage…so made myself eat them…tried something different with the softi shells this time…mixed a little of that spicy sauce and a little pepper in a bowl…dredged them through it and pan fried Ina. Little garlic butter…man-oh-man…those things were tool yummy…
Oh I forgot…they were terrible…absolutely terrible!!!
…and peapod…I’m not sure if it was the claws that made me feel so terrible…so may have to try them again a few times…you know…just to rule them out one way or another for sure.
“Crabbing with my Daddy” always means a story that rivals anything Mark Twain would write, with lots of wonderful photos to boot. In our own back yard makes it that much sweeter. Thanks for sharing, Penny.
I learn something new every time I go out there! Daddy and I were talking about the eerie lights that followed us one night while we were gigging…really freaked me out and we really thought someone was messing with us…bounced all through the marsh…down the bank…up the bank…then crossed the water! No joke! Anyhow…so I say to him…“hey daddy…have you ever seen anything that you just couldn’t explain?”. To which he laughed and said…“now you should know better than that…I have an explanation for everything! “. And he is absolutely right! Mann…some of the stories he tells and the things he says!..yep this coming from the man who once told me when I asked what the name of the birds are that you see swimming and then dive under the water for a long time were,…and he said “oh”…” those are sinkass birds”…and me being the “trustful adoring” daughter that I am replied" reeeaalllyyy!". To which Donnie busted out laughing! Yep I still hear about that one ! He went on to say that you can always tell them too by the way they stand " on the hill "…which mean bank…with their wings stretched up and out to dry…and poop on pilings when they land on them…ahmmm…wait a minute…I thought most all birds poop on pillings…hmm…think I was had again ;). I really wish I had a way of collecting all of these posts for a scrapbook of sorts …but hopefully they will be forever saved in my mind and heart even when I am anciently old.
