Posted on 06/26/2013 6:27:24 AM PDT by BO Stinkss
Looks like she already has that covered, for now.
>> I think I’m in love.
Does the catfish have a name? Adjusting her pink camouflage ball cap, Millsap stops and thinks. “Dinner,” she said.
Yep, Ms. Millsap is the entire package!
>> Looks like she already has that covered, for now.
How do you figure?
I think I’m in love.
He’s not really holding the fish as much as he’s flexing for the camera.
Did you notice that there are two *different* “Mr Biceps” bringing up the rear, in the two pictures?
Methinks they’re “show props”, and B.O. Stinkss has a fighting chance.
I mean, it’s like “smuckers” jam, right? — with a name like B.O. Stinkss, he must have something on the ball... ;-)
If BOS wants to whip two Okies and who knows what else waits back in Texas, good luck!! ;)
lose the illustrated punk, sweet-pea.
All I can say is get the sharp knife, get that fatty skin off, cube the catfish and get our the fryer; I don’t eat much fried food, but deep fried catfish chunks are awesome...especially if they have some cajun seasoning mixed in the batter. Any experts out there ...does the size of the catfish take away from the meat quality at 72lbs?
“When Lucy Millsap walked onstage in a hot pink tank top with a 72-pound catfish hoisted over her shoulder, the crowd couldn’t help but take notice.”
She seems to be “hoisting” 5-10 pounds of the fish at any given time.
I thought Noodling meant..... Oh never mind.
Does the catfish have a name? Adjusting her pink camouflage ball cap, Millsap stops and thinks. “Dinner,” she said.
I needed that.
“Any experts out there ...does the size of the catfish take away from the meat quality at 72lbs?”
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Certain parts need to be trimmed out and that would probably be more of a candidate for catfish stew than fried catfish. I don’t cook fish stew but when properly prepared there is nothing better on Earth than catfish stew. The best I ever recall was served under a shed at a backyard sawmill owned by an electrician. I just happened to stop by at the right time, I didn’t know the guy cooked but it was fantastic. My father used to talk about how they used to cook catfish stew in a big cast iron “washpot” on the river bank. One man actually choked to death on it because he was trying to eat it too fast. The smaller fish really are better for eating than the big ones though.
I’ve always been too much of a chicken to go “noodling”. Where there are catfish in holes there are usually Cottonmouth Moccasins and I don’t want to go feeling around in their domain. Anything that bites a rattlesnake’s head, dares him not to like it and then literally swallows him whole is too dangerous for Rip to play with.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AJ2l4owxC7s
I have twice seen a Cottonmouth emerge from a stream holding a ten inch catfish by the nose and swallow the catfish whole. The spiny fins on a catfish that size are like poison tipped needles but the snake swallows it head first so the spines fold back along the side of the fish.
If you take even one step towards my wife there, I’ll have to box your ears!
These are activities I wish I had growing up.
A washpot, cooking under a shed. Our idea of fun was slapping the eels we caught in Sheepshead Bay against the pavement. Until someone from Randazzos saw us and asked us to give them all the eels we caught.
Noodling? Something we did with a can of campbells.
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