I’ve laid down a couple fish recipes lately and have another that I’ll put up soon. But first, I got the fish/fishing story you see below from a darn good friend I served with in the Navy it seems like lifetimes ago. Bill Fleming was – and still is – the real deal as both a river boat gunner in Vietnam and savvy intelligence officer both at sea on carriers and on land in Washington DC. We got a lot done together in DC while, at the same time, having our good share of laughs.
Bill posted this story on Facebook a few weekends ago. I got a good smile out of it and hope you do too.
Introduction: With nothing planned for lunch, our Lord provides, I’ve always been told. So, in pictures, this is how my (recent) Sunday of culinary experiences unfolded.
It all started about 6:00 A. M., much darker than it appears. The lonely dock became my church, sort of, with a congregation of one this morn. That’s the moon shining overhead, not the sun! I plugged for bass and jigged for crappie, turning up one undersized specimen, released to grow some more.