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November 22, 2006
Killing the feast
I've been meaning to take my kids on a serious fishing trip for years, but being landlocked in Austin made it difficult since the ocean was four hours away. Now that we're back near the coast where normal people live, it seemed like a good time to introduce them to The Art of The Angler. With a guide, of course, because I'm inept in that department. I can cook 'em, but somebody has to help me catch 'em.
I made the reservation a month ago, when the temperature was in the 80's and the AC was running. November being "anything can happen" month, of course the first big arctic front of the season blew in two days before our fishing day, so at 7:00 AM yesterday we found ourselves out in the wetlands near Lafitte with both the temperature and the wind gusts somewhere in the 30s.
It was still great fun, and reasonably decent fishing. The minimum size limit for redfish is 16 inches, and we caught a ton of 15-and-a-half inch ones, and every time we did Cap'n' E.J. made the same joke: "Smart fish, he knows just what size to be!" and then tossed him back in.
A decent haul:
and the monster on the left (caught by Liam) will be the big dead animal in the middle of our Thanksgiving table tomorrow.
Posted by ray at November 22, 2006 9:40 AM | Permalink
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Awesome. I haven't been fishing down there since I was your kids' age. (And I think I had to throw back all my redfish. Came home with a bunch of good trout though.)
How are you cooking it?
Posted by: candice at November 23, 2006 1:51 AM
Something courtbouillon-esque. I'm probably gonna wing it, actually.
Posted by: Ray at November 23, 2006 7:33 AM
Near the top of the food chain, hopefully.
Posted by: Ray at November 23, 2006 12:33 PM
Ray *is* the top of the food chain.
--Karl, doing Luau food for thanksgiving while the big island shakes and shimmies.
Posted by: Elvis at November 23, 2006 1:37 PM
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