While I know I will have many adventures with daddy after this post…Its still sad to post this…the last crabbing post of the season.
This past monday Daddy and I began pulling in his pots as crabbing has come to a end for him for 2013...and oyster season now begins. He is still catching some nice crabs..but the price remains at 20-25 dollars a bushel for what they are catching..and after deducting bait and gas, as much as he enjoys it....its time to change.
When I got to mom and daddys Monday morning ,hardees biscuits in hand and the smell of coffee as I entered the house along with the sound of their voices... caused a peace to settle over me. It was good to be home. Back to the place that never seems to change and gives me comfort no matter what my days before have been like.
We werent in a real rush to get out of there..maybe knowing that this would be our last crabbing trip together until spring comes once again.
The ramp was only partially full since the goverment ramps have opened once more....so the folks we saw were "creekmen"..going to work like us and "hailing" each other in passing .( HAILING; def: speaking to each other) It was cold and a little windy....and the sky, like my heart seemed heavy....but I was thankful for this last crabbing trip of the year...and that I was able to be there with my daddy. Long pants coveralls, flannel shirt and a jacket along with my rubber boots reminded me that fall was finally here.
The pot puller was cranky that day too…perhaps knowing it would be taken off the boat for oystering…and kept “biting” the crap out of me to the point that after 7 po
Now I’m sad for you and your old man!!! Always after reading these, i feel compelled to call my dad back in TX!! Thanks for the PM info again, have a great weekend!
Wooo you know how I get excited about a big trout! Beauty! That matches my biggest ever. You know that was the marsh giving you and your Dad a little gift
Thanks…optiker…every day I’m with my daddy it’s a gift. Wish I had taken a picture of the grin on his face as I was wrestling with that fish! Mm and I have decided that the hand on the suspenders of his coverall stance has come form him not smoking his pipe anymore. It’s been three years now…and while I know…ESP as a nurse that this is good for him…I still always picture him holding that pipe cupped in his hand and the faint smell of vanilla tobacco on him
your stories never fail to make me smile Penny…Big Bonzo and I are going to Bulls Bay Sunday…hope we can make some more memories as well…thanks for posting this…
Penny, your stories always remind me of fishing with my Grand daddy! My Dad and I still go some, but the times with my Grand Daddy are cherished because I lost him last December. I still remember catching spots, spot tails, flounder and getting oysters. I remember time when we’d catch the cooler full of spots and spend hours cleaning them and giving them to the older folks in the neighborhood. I remember filling the bushel baskets with oysters. I remember falling in the water one year when I was 8 or 9 and being soaking wet and miserable while we finished off our oyster baskets. Those times are gone but not forgotten. Thanks for bringing a smile to my face and good memories back in my mind!
thanks all…yes there will be "oystering with my daddy "reports if yall will put up with them. Ive got my thick slicker bottoms and hip boots, and oyster gloves ready to go/ Dont know I could make much at 11.00 a bushel…so will give what i get to daddy:smiley:, Daddy taught me how to “work” the tongs last year…with the word “work” being key there:smiley: Now I know why jis arms look like popeyes! He amazes me to do what he does at 75.
I want to add that there were no eggs in that fat trout…and if not hooked so deep probablly would have been set free.
Hooked up. loaded and ready to go fishing in the morning…its going to be a cold one at 0630! Donnie said he may have me come pick him up around 1100:wink:.
goozeman…we love catching spot and whiting too…and like you share them with some of the folks who cant get out there’
overthe ledge…maybe with a few tips form you I will one day master trolling for trout too:wink:
Penny, you take some great photos, but your words are far greater.
And that is one huge trout!
“Sire, it belongs in truth to the Church of God, in whose name I speak, to endure blows and not to inflict them. But it will also please your Majesty to remember that she is an anvil that has worn out many hammers.”…Theodore Beza
We had two lizards go fishing with us saturday. Then monday one rode downtown on the grill of the truck and rode back on the hood! I’m not sure how it had went everywhere with us. I always like the pictures.
