Zeke, Lee and I decided to get up some fish for a fish fry the easy way. Big mistake. We baited up our fishing cans and headed out about 10 p.m. noticing a bit of wind. Next we know, all heck broke out with big time wind gusts, rain, lighting and whitecap waves.
We ended up with a big gar, a turtle, two crappie and many lost cans. Not a fun night. We decided to do a Low Country Boil instead. Had a feast of boiled shrimp in the pot with snow crab, potatoes, fresh corn, hot sausage and dozens of raw oysters on the side. Sure beat the fare for the fish fry. Zeke brought a roasted possum [road kill?]. I stayed with the oysters and boiled food. Even Budweiser avoided the possum. Zeke says it’s great if you put loads of hot sauce and pepper on it.
Sincerely
Pete