"Hey Joe, is this your prostate or mine?" said ClaytonJoe with Clayton Heagy (Laura's husband) after bird hunting in Ontario.
One time when we were visiting Joe and Lucy in Ontario, we went to Manitoulin Island and did some fishing in Providence Bay from the beach of Lake Huron. The salmon were running at that time and we hoped to "catch a big one". While I was casting my line out to hook "the big one" I hooked a passing seagull instead. Needless to say it was an accident and unfortunately the bird was killed--poor thing. I bet Joe never went fishing and caught a bird instead!
I remember a time when rabbit was on the menu at a meal on Bancroft Drive. None of the girls would eat it. In fact, as I've mentioned to my psychiatrist, this is what turned me into a VEGETARIAN!! :-)
ReplyDeleteI also remember Dad going smelt fishing and coming home with buckets of those slippery little things. My job was to slit them open and let all the yellow eggs drain into a steel bucket. Mom froze the smelts and we'd have them, battered, on Fridays (no meat on Fridays in those days.) Don't know if mom and dad still follow that rule.
Must be mine Clayton as I'm sure yours must still funtion.
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