Little bit of a late post as my work schedule has been crazy of late. …
I got to spend another wonderful day with my daddy pulling his pots last week. …another adventure to hold close in my heart and mind. Memories and times that are like food for my soul.
I love early mornings at the ramp…a time to see other family and friends…there is no such word as “rush” in the work day for us.
Daddy and uncle gene, one of his brothers , looking at a crab pot the other guy was showing us that he “built”
Leaving the ramp…tide was super low that day!
Morning cup of joe for the ride out…
More beauty in the morning ride
. There’s a subtle difference in every day…and no matter how many times I see the sun rise…it’s always different somehow…and always brings with it a quietness. Just the low drone of the motor and the water as it passes along the boat…the smell of the marsh and banks…and the newness…and yet the familiarity of it all as each day begins .
I can’t think of a name of any other poet other than Maya Angelou…but your stories are much better poetry than hers. Much, much better.
“I am constantly amazed at the stupidity of the general public.”
~my dad
Equipment:
190cc Sea Pro w/130 Johnson
1- 18 year old ( has decided being with parents isn’t cool)
1 - 15 year old (still does not mind hanging with the 'rents)
1 - wife (The Warden)
Another great story and pics , love them .I loved the poem also .
Penny if your dad has a pressure washer , try getting the grass and or barnacles off with it .It will save time .
APOB
I dont have a boat but
I love to fish
Great pics, thanks for the info on the tower. On the horse flies, I know they’re coming to the bait smell, but they are also attracted to the blue top. Y’all are pulling every fly within sight. They make baitless horse and tsetse fly traps out of blue sunbrella fabric in Africa.
DRIVE IT LIKE YOU STOLE IT!!!
The harder you work, the luckier you’ll get.
He has a smal one but we scrub most off with rush until/unless they get real bad. Better than hauling the in. When he takes them in he lets them sit and dry a day or two then hits them with the hose,
Tose flies are awful…one even but my ear Friday. I’ll tell daddy you said he was a fly magnet and not a chick magnet anymore