Gone with the wind.
As a kid in north Alabama I grew up on the Tennessee river and night fishing for catfish. We
would burn a tire or two all night while we camped out and fished. Always caught enough to
feed our family and others my Dad wanted to invite. He would always clean them and cook
them, and mostly invited our best family friends for a cookout.
The strange kicker is my Dad didn't like to fish. Lordy could he clean and cook. Best hushpuppys
in North Alabama. Fun memories of the past!