Walker: There is NO TELLING how much fish has been fried under the porch of that old cabin.

I’ve spent many a day out there listening to my uncles, cousins, and other men kinfolks spin yarns & tales of fishin’, coon huntin’, moonshining, etc.

We used to would start cooking about noon and keep going until late at night. We fried fish in a 10 gallon cast iron wash pot under old Coleman lanterns. Good Times for sure!

Pappy: You are right about the heat and humidity during the Summertime! But it sure makes the watermelon and ice tea taste good.


Edited by coachblalock (04/01/19 09:17 PM)
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"Filet that fish? Hell naw! I'll scale him, gut him, fry him up in grease, take him by the head and tail, and play him like a French Harp!" - Uncle Paul sometime in the 60s.