I'm liking this post only to show love and support to you, the content saddens me . I think really a good dude, funny ,cool intelligent and a super talented painter . Your work that you posted in " My other passion " thread is mind blowing. And I can say from my experience of being the third born to a military drunk it was ....... ok ok I don't really have the words to describe the emotion but I feel abandoned or discarded or something like that.
I was raised for a while by my grandpa, deep in the most rural deep south. If you didn't catch it or kill it or grow it you didn't eat it. He was a WWII vet, he was good to us kids but mean as hell to everyone else. He was my fishing buddy to the day he died.
mine too.....out of all the things i went through in my younger years, he was the one that took me under his wing. My grandmother too......He taught me how to hunt and fish......She taught me the ground and what it can be used for. Still remember the time we got into a school of gaftop, he just yelled keep casting we brought in 12 that day. Had an excellent fish fry with good drink....She came out with fresh cucumber, cheese, dried meat.....nice times.....got many more with her for the time being, with him well lets just say alot of good memories.....
We were doing a job in Tampa and staying at a KOA on a tidal river plenty of gaftops to be caught. I cooked a pile on a Friday night and several of the crew joined me for catfish and beer. Well this one old dude keep saying how good the fish were, and then he said " where did you get this boy, dayis a lot better dan de uns we have here " ( use your best redneck/missing a lot of teef voice ) so I told him that i caught'em right there on that dock. And dat sum beach argued with me all night about how gaftops couldn't taste that good....jus ain't no damn way in hell boy.
my aunt and uncle visited us when i was about 10. we all went fishing in the river, and he was excited about catching a shitload of crappies. i wasn't impressed with crappies...turns out i wasn't impressed with my moms ability to cook crappies, i must have ate a couple of pounds of the little bastards, they were so much better than what i was used to
So majestic.My Great Great Great Grandfather.
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I never got to meet him.
I'm told that he was a quiet man and that he would always stand while taking lunch breaks, never to sit down.
I used the giant economy sized crappies to shoot jet skiers (slingshot).
That's rough!!! Shit I am doing life wrong LOL!! Love you guys hun.
OMG!! He's so smoking hot!
Ok now that's a b'day pic! JJ you needed to post that in my B'day thread LOL
Rough - yeah right, as rough as a Cardigan sweater (with the required sweater puppies).
