From: inspectorjury	Date: March 2nd, 2008 02:43 am (UTC)		(permalink)

I used to love catfish. Coming from a family of fishermen my father and brothers both loved to fish and passed that love on to me. They taught me it wasn't catching the fish that was important but that the time spent relaxing by the edge of a river or lake be enjoyed with good thoughts or good company. My father and brothers were the best of company when you were fishing. My dad used to catch, clean and cook catfish and when he couldn't we would all go out to a place that specialized in catfish family style. Then one night I was in a new place and ordered the catfish. I bit into the fish and the blood started running down my chin. The fish was breaded but raw. I haven't been able to eat it since. I hate what the place robbed from me for before that the taste of catfish always reminded me of my dad and brothers. Now it just makes me shudder. For more uplifting tales go to www dot.........

	From: papoose	Date: March 2nd, 2008 03:17 am (UTC)		(permalink)

Mmmm...catfish po'boy. Yummy.

	From: randomposting	Date: March 2nd, 2008 03:44 am (UTC)		(permalink)

Sounds like a pretty cool day.

	From: helios137	Date: March 2nd, 2008 04:10 am (UTC)		(permalink)

Sounds like heaven! Hope you have a great time!

	From: reverendmoss	Date: March 2nd, 2008 12:51 pm (UTC)		(permalink)

As if the absinthe wasn't enough...


*jealous*

	From: ayoub	Date: March 2nd, 2008 03:25 pm (UTC)		(permalink)

Sounds like heaven :D