Posted on 03/07/2006 11:16:50 AM PST by JZelle
I can remember being on some creek bank in western Kentucky with lots of aunts and uncles and cousins, plus my mother and daddy at what was surely a family fish fry. I must have been under five years old, but can still remember the old iron kettle, the same one that the wash was done in, with bubbling lard in it, and the men were all fishing on the creek banks. They were catching and cleaning fish and the women, as usual, were cooking. I can still see the fish rise to the top of that bubbling grease all golden brown and being lifted out in strainers.
In a related event, Reverend Fred Phelps and his group were present at the service to protest.
The Bear's family, not bound by the laws of man, promptly devoured the protestors.
All that remained after the carnage were a few bloody "God Hates Bears" signs, soiled undergarments, and an empty pic-a-nic basket.
Heh.
the bears generated more comment and more emotion"
Perhaps they generated more emotions because they were the only "victims". The rest of the tragedies were all caused by stupid mistakes by humans whose bad decisions were at fault.
"Don't know what kind of business you're in, but I'd love to take any client in any business on a day fishing, then cook 'em up some good campfire food -- shucks, they'd sign any contract in that environment :)"
We're computer consultants. And yes, getting people OUT of an office setting always helps in closing the deal. ;)
He may have caught that cod elsewhere...he travels all over the US to fish. I know the Crappies were from Lake Wabesa. North end. Deee-lish! *Slurp*
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