[tillacum]

Gentle streams full of trout. I remember when we’d go camping. We’d rise early, catch a few trout, clean them, then take them to Mom who had the bisquits in the pot, the frying pan hot, the cornmeal ready for the trout, the coffee pot on the fire. We’d wade and fish, skip flat rocks, climb trees. What a childhood we were lucky to experience. We were tough little rascals.

[Northern Yankee]

One of the things we'd do was get a call from the coast guard that a trawler was coming into port. They'd spot them in their C-130's. We'd grab a 5th of whatever and take it down to the dock. We'd exchange a 5th to the fishermen and get king crab hand over fist. (The coast guard was always in on the cut, and rightly so...)

We ate like kings those days.

[SnarlinCubBear]

I so enjoy your remembrances. I’ve missd this thread.

[SnarlinCubBear]

I so enjoy your remembrances. I’ve missd this thread.