I grew up on a saltwater lake up in the Northeast.
- I got our fishing and boating license when I was 4 and I was off to the races after that to fish enjoy our Grandma taught me.
The people I was with and myself went out a single time with our sibling and ran into a strawberry bass hole and pulled up 88 fish within an hour or two. It took quite a while to filet all the fish however when the two of us completed the task, we had one of the best fish dinners I’ve ever had. Mary was a queen at frying fish so they were crispy and juicy. I remember her heating up the oil while relaxing off with a nice cold beer. I would rest in front of the dinner table waiting for the first delicious filet to come out of the oil so I could appreciate the fruits of our labor. The people I was with and I had an old school wood burning furnace in the living room that would heat up the nice condo to a cozy temperature while the two of us feasted on the softwhite meat. The different folks I was with and I never ran out of fish in that condo as the two of us had a backup freezer just for storing the fish the two of us caught, usually it was totally filled with fish throughout the year. I can still smell the musty air in the cold basement that had no heating or modern air conditioning, it was just an aged basement with its primitive beauty. Some of our best and greatest memories in life came from those afternoons I spent at our Grandparents’ cozy home. I will never forget them and I’ll always know dearly those souls from our past.