Went out yesterday on the first anniversary of my Dads passing with a great friend who knows just how much my Dad meant to me. One of my Dads and I favorite things to do used to be pickin oysters up in the PNW, we definitly had a system to it. We’d bring a bottle of tabasco along and it would allways be "two for the bucket, two for us, we’d sit on the beach for hours picking and slurping fresh oysters down, we allways knew when we were done pickin when our bellies were full! We’d get home and Mom would ask us if we were ready for dinner, and we’d guiltily look at each other and say um,um, she knew what was up! That man could eat more oysters then anyone I’ve ever seen in my life!
Anyways, buddy and I picked 4 bushels and did some slurping down of some right in the marsh and offered up the biggest juiciest one to my late Father via the ocean. Found a nice clam bed where we were picking and brought home about 20 or so to steam up. Picked up 7 NICE sheepshead as well (I got schooled big time on the sheeps!) and caught a overslot black drum about 20 pounds or so and a overslot nice red as well, all on fiddlers!
Went back out this morning and picked up a few more nice sheeps for the freezer.
One has to love the Low Country this time of the year, wonderful cool temps, beautiful sunrises, fish are biting good, oysters are in season, it dosen’t get much better then this!
Thanks to my good buddy, what would have been a rather dismal day of reflection for me, turned into a great day of celebrating my late Fathers life and accomplishments.
Russ B. www.joinrfa.org
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That’s a nice story Russ, what a way to pay tribute to your Dad. You are right, the low country definitely offers something special. I had the opportunity to enjoy all that it has to offer today, and it was wonderful. Beautiful day, great company (thanks Vinman!) and even brought home a few fish for dinner. Boy was the wife happy. Hope to be getting some of those tasty oysters soon myself.
When I was younger, my great uncle and my grandparents told me that you have to set the hook if you think the sheepshead is anywhere near the bait,at the age of 42 I still do what I was taught and it still works[sometimes].
Russ,that was way cool.Your pops would be proud of ya.
There is nothing, I repeat, nothing, better than picking your own oysters. I try to get everyone I know to do it.
Great way to honor his memory.
There is nothing, I repeat, nothing, better than what happens after you have eaten your own picked oysters! Wink, wink, nudge, nudge!
quote:Originally posted by penfishn
around every bend theres the promise of a treasure that can only be caught and seen in a blink.. and in your minds eye..and sometimes if youre lucky..in a picture..its there for just a minute...then gone..but hopefully once youve seen it it will remain in your heart forever. Theres nothing like the "Smell" and sounds of the creek. Its not just one thing that makes it familiar..its all of it.
