CULLING

Each year as we  make preparations to hit the road for seven months, we carefully cull through our stuff. Our general rule of thumb is that if we have carried it for a year without using it, it is history. We will give it away, store it, yard sale it or throw it away. Now, understand that this isn’t etched in stone.  For example we will be working in a different area of Colorado this year, so, our load out will be a bit different. Here is a look.

Grandma’s kindling hatchet stays this year, as does Grandpa’s machete.

A wonderful Springtime shower caught us in the midst of sorting through the tool box.

The spare 30 pound propane tank has the old style fill valve.

And it has quite a bit of rust damage. It didn’t make the cut this year, we culled it.

Here is the new style propane tank, filled and loaded. You might note that it is covered with a burlap sack to keep it from direct sunlight exposure.

Four days and counting until it’s up anchor time !

GREASE

No, not the movie, but instead, the kind that lubricates the fifthwheel hitch in the bed of the Kawabunga truck. Today is the day that, during our preparations for seven months out on the road, that the fifthwheel hitch is lubed.

In this photo the hitch is unpinned, and upside down so that I can grease stuff.

Here is a look at that.

I know that it is somewhat overkill, but I like to grease the top of the hitch pin’s plate and all of the bushings.

Greased bushings, just before pinning the fifthwheel on.

 

Fifthwheel plate greased,

and covered so that dust and grit can’t turn the grease into a grinding compound.

Ready to roll ? Not quite, but we’re a’ getting’ there !

PAYMENT

Any time we have a family get together, Betty and I are on the lookout for those special and most memorable moments. If we are not careful, we can miss a very cool chance to document a cool “memory moment”. Our last fish fry was one of those times. It was the wonderful way that Great Nephew Braxton, thanked and made Payment to Betty for her wonderful meal.

I had noticed that Autumn’s Son Braxton seemed occupied with some crystal rocks that he was cleaning and carrying around. But, I didn’t see him thank Betty for the meal and give her the special stones.

Betty carefully labeled them and put them up in a safe place.

A special family moment indeed !

MEAL

A lot of preparation happens before most meals. A fish fry for Family and friends is much the same. Here is a look.

The cast iron pot and cooker.

Betty shows the fish fillets and prepares to put them in the meal mixture in a shaker.

Betty checks the heat and adjust the burner on the cooker.

After testing the oil temperature by cooking a thin sliced home fry, Betty gets a fillet ready for a test.

The first fillet rises to the surface.

Soon the others get done enough to also rise.

Just a little bit browner  .  .  .  .

Then dip them up !

Lawn chairs setup in the deep shade of a tree, and the 5er’s awning. The crowd has gathered and are visiting at about the speed of light before the meal.

Dicey sets up a table covered with goodies !

Florine smiles in anticipation of those golden fillets ! Note those Mother’s Day corsages !

It’s official, let the Summer time begin !

FRY

The burner under the old cast iron pot is making a gentle roaring sound as the heat waves begin to shimmer up off of the surface of the deep frying oil. Our tradition has been to have several fish fry’s out on the lake while we are jug fishing each Spring. The weather cycle this year just didn’t work out for the weekends. However as soon as we leave the lake, we have a nice sunny weekend where a good number of friends and family can make it. We will miss those that are tied up at work or other stuff.

Betty has had me running errands and dragging chairs most of the morning !

Fish, we’re fixin’ ta’ fry em’ !

STILL

Last evenings twilight gently faded into dark as we sat quietly in lawn chairs around the campfire. The fire was dwindling down to nearly nothing, yet, we didn’t put on another stick of firewood. It was our last evening at the lake. We were enjoying the still of the evening, and would make sure that the fire was dead out.

The evening visit to the grassy area near our campsite revealed that the resident geese’s brood had dwindled down to three from six.

A disturbance during the night, by the adult geese woke us briefly. Then the early first hint of light revealed to us that indeed the brood count was down to two juvenile geese.

Before the sun was ready to pop over the horizon, and was showing just the faintest halo of light at the far side of the lake, we heard it in the distance. Louder and louder it came rapidly towards our campsite.

The glassy lake’s surface reflected light like a mirror. As last nights serenade by loon’s calling in the distance, faded into history. The morning quiet was shattered by the scream, of a bass boat, passing within fifty yards of camp at one point five times the speed of light ! Every day at the lake is a good day.

LURE

It has been several years since we fished Lake Ouachita’s North river fork. Things have changed quite a bit. The hydrilla is gone. That really changes things up for our style of fishing. In particular, the bait fish catch. Changes for the bait fish also mean changes for the game fish.

We are trying to adjust to the changes, and we are trying out some gear that we have never used before. Here is a look.

An Alabama style umbrella lure that we can use different jigs on.

Most people cast a jig with a grub of some type on it, one at a time. However, with the Umbrella rig it is five baits at a time.

We’re going to try these, like this.

Click on photo for a better look.

It should look like a small school of bait fish with one straggler. We hope. I wonder if this crazy looking thing can catch fish half of a limit at a time !