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- Thread starter Terry Cox
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Diamondhead Marina
In picture #1, our boat is the tallest mast and the Restaurant is the big building on the left.
But in @Will Gilmore case, I suspect it will be the....
The Brig fer ya Matie! Arrrrrgggg!
Long John Jamie...
Capt'n and fearless pirate
PS:I hope you like crawfish.
That is a really nice lookin' marina. I could be talked into cruising north and west, instead of south and east. What day are the festivities? Does the marina allow liveaboards? That's not very far from where I was born.
Love crawfish, but hard to find around these parts; lots of shrimp though. Usually some of our rivers and creeks above tidewater will have them, but pretty scarce. We used to use a piece of meat on a hook to catch them.
My first choice, fresh shucked oysters raw or poached and quite plentiful here. Followed by dungeness and rock crab. I prefer to cook them whole, then when you take the back off, there is what we call crab butter on the inside of the shell back. Yellow and yummy with a cottage cheese texture.
It most definitely does, especially when it comes to bull frogs. Frogs just too small and little meat. But fried bull frog legs very tasty.
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why do you think I asked. We always catch and raise a few dozen every Summer until we have enough for a big crawfish boil with some friends from Nawl'ns.
Once again, I find myself looking for that missing "Yum!" Emogi.
- best I can do. - Will (Dragonfly)
Kinda
Two weeks on, one day off, Two weeks on... so I bet you could bribe the Marina Manger.
or tell him you are added security._____
That was an old picture and they have installed 1 floating dock and another in the making, Plus the Marina has more boats now.
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I had my boat delivered by Licensed Master from Tampa to Gulfport in January 2014. He left, behind a NorWester, but timed it a bit wrong and had to endure 8-10' seas to Apalachicola, then motored the ICW to Gulfport.
Since the Master was on HIS clock, he made it [24/7] in 72.5 hours.
My boat and the Master, just yawned at the seas, but his Deckhand had to heave overboard
a few times.The Deckhand was logging time for his "Six Pack License".
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It will be around Mid April. I will give all SBO, 2-3 weeks notice since I know, SBO Sailors are Wimps.
Even "the mummy" from Pacific Northwest @jssailem has bragged he will come visit the Gulf, might do it in 3 weeks.
As we say down here....
Y'all Come!
Long John Jamie...
Capt'n and fearless pirate
PS: Y'all have to bring your own Parrots!
Say WHAT! Surely you jest. Most eat about 4 dozen EACH, at a party, plus potatoes, corn on cob, mushrooms, sausages, Grog, side dishes, etc.
Yum =
+ +Jim...
Oh yeah, my father met a guy who called himself "the pirate". He put on shows from his "pirate ship". I think he was in North Carolina. The guy had an honest to goodness, authentic letter of charter to be an official US privateer, signed by a friend of his who was a congressman.
Apparently, his friend only acquiesced to his request for the letter, after extracting a solemn oath not to do anything "stupid" with it.
I mean, what good is a real privateer charter of you can't do something stupid with it
?- Will ("wanna be", Dragonfly)
Hmmm another good idea for the party!
Articles of Privateers
Signing the Brotherhood Articles will be use as a meal ticket.
Long John Jamie...
Capt'n and fearless pirate
PS: Cool idea to hand out a "suitable for framing" party favor of piracy.
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We manage to keep between 75 and 100 alive 'till cook time. We catch them in batches of about 8 - 10 every few days. They haven't been our priority so, mostly we use our old horse's 150 gal stock tank and a three stone bubbler. We have also been adding stock to my father's pond over the last three years. Haven't checked to see how they are doing.Say WHAT! Surely you jest. Most eat about 4 dozen EACH, at a party, plus potatoes, corn on cob, mushrooms, sausages, Grog, side dishes, etc.
Yum =
Jim...
Maybe I'll add a crawfish recipe to my SBO Cookbook thread.
I grew up on raw oysters. There was always someone we knew having a boat launching party at Clearwater Bay Marine Ways. Wash tubs full of ice covers raw oysters was as staple as the Styrofoam cups next to the rows of beer kegs. I tell people I quit drinking before I was nine because after a couple of Styrofoam cups of that watery swill, I'd barely have enough time to swallow half a dozen raw oyster before I had to run behind the boat shed to pee, all night long.
I only started drinking again when I discovered microbrew quadruples. I was 45. Now, more than 8oz and I'm weaving and falling asleep.
- Will (Dragonfly)
Hoo, that brings back college memories. Back then my drinking buddy got off around mid night from his shingle mill job in Raymond, WA and after a quick stop home, we would head out in my 1960 Buick LaSabre for the rest of the night drinking Rainier stubbies. Between the two of us we could polish off a full 24 bottle case in a couple of hours. Now I'm lucky if I can keep two down.
I will not at this moment get into some of the escapades that followed these all nighters, but only to say had we been caught pulling these stunts, I would likely still be behind bars. As Forrest Gump would say, "stupid is as stupid does".
Thread getting a bit stale, so maybe time to rejuvenate? Turn 75 in a few days and still feeling my oats. Other than some achs and pains from time to time, harder to reach down to pick up something off the ground, or tackle that project with gusto as I used to, I'm still up for some extended cruising. Hauling the boat June 22 to paint the bottom then ready to spend some water time with my son and his two kids for two weeks around the islands. Then he leaves July 11th for home in Tayxass.
After that head north. Colin (80), my buddy boater, wants to do the Broughtons. Maybe enough time; that would be nice. Bob Barker (82), our other buddy boater, says Nanaimo is about it for him. John (76), our other buddy boater, is stuck in a dementia facility hoping to get released soon so he can get back out on the water. Good luck on that one since dementia is irreversible, so they say.
Tick tock, tick tock.
After that head north. Colin (80), my buddy boater, wants to do the Broughtons. Maybe enough time; that would be nice. Bob Barker (82), our other buddy boater, says Nanaimo is about it for him. John (76), our other buddy boater, is stuck in a dementia facility hoping to get released soon so he can get back out on the water. Good luck on that one since dementia is irreversible, so they say.
Tick tock, tick tock.
84 and still going strong on a 34 Hunter on the longest lake (200 miles) west of the Mississippi. But then my wife is at the helm and won’t guve it up. So I’m stuck raising and tending the sails, getting refreshments for the Captain and sleeping where ever and whenever I want. Medical problems? multiple. Several cancers that are quiet at the moment. Idiopathic Pulmonary Fibrosis for 13 years and a couple others. But there is no point in giving to any of those. Just like the rabbit in the battery commercial: just keep ……
@Terry Cox 75?? And here I thought you were only plenty one. My mother in law always said your as old as you feel. If you feel 42 is too much to single hand look at what you can do to make things easier - electric winches, bow thrusters. You’ve got lots of friends to help install things (including me) that make cruising easier.
Les
Les
Well said, Jim. The human spirit dwelling within us provides the strength we need to overcome just about anything our lives encounter. Keep that spirit strong as you will live another day, and another, and another.
How true, Les. That applies in spades when cruising with a small flotilla like the one I've been a part of these many years. We help each other when needed, stay close while underway, and when we arrive at our next anchorage, after securing our boats, time for a skipper's meeting. We rotate boats, start with whatever dish the skipper has on hand, or succulent we can pluck from the sea, plus potluck. Often times we can be found, after much spirits, at 2:00 a.m., still commiserating about this or that. Past sailing misadventures always a hoot; wrong turn, stuck anchor, sail trim, engine troubles, missed slack water, stuck in the mud, etc., etc., etc. Then the hard part comes, do we stay another day or head out for the next anchorage ten miles away.
My original plan, after retirement in 1997, was to spend more time in my wood shop making sawdust. In 1999 when the sailing bug appeared, it bit hard. Then in 2002 we bought our current boat, and well so much for the sawdust plan. That passion kicked in allowing us to find a whole new world of experiences. Still have all my wood working stuff, and maybe someday when I hang up the boat, they will be waiting for some good use. Not sure when that will be because our new passion should carry on for several more years, hopefully.