The THR (VIRTUAL) Summer BBQ

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So now its the THR BBQ/FISH FRY/GUN SHOW/TOURNAMENT.

It's funny you say that...

Every September, we have a fish fry for my Dad's birthday. Several years ago, my brother and I christened it "The 1st (2nd, etc.) Annual (Dad's Name) Memorial Fish Fry, Skeet Shoot, and Bass Tournament". To which he always replies: "Dammit boys, I ain't dead yet!". We eat a lot of fish, shoot several rounds of pasture skeet, and just have a big time in general. Lots of BS flowing too, probably more BS than beer if I'm honest.

Mac
 
It's funny you say that...

Every September, we have a fish fry for my Dad's birthday. Several years ago, my brother and I christened it "The 1st (2nd, etc.) Annual (Dad's Name) Memorial Fish Fry, Skeet Shoot, and Bass Tournament". To which he always replies: "Dammit boys, I ain't dead yet!". We eat a lot of fish, shoot several rounds of pasture skeet, and just have a big time in general. Lots of BS flowing too, probably more BS than beer if I'm honest.

Mac
That sounds like a hoot! One day, I'll tell you about The Goat Roast my parents used to take me and my brother to.
 
So now its the THR BBQ/FISH FRY/GUN SHOW/TOURNAMENT.
Well, it's not a proper Texas Ranch without at least one "stocked" Stock Tank.

(Stock tanks are made by finding places where water runs off and turning up a water-holding berm to retain the rain water--keep them under one acre-foot and Texas does not regulate them; but that's plenty big enough for bass, catfish and the like.)

Stock tank berm has other uses as well, since they want a 1:1 slope on the grassy side. Makes them thick, and typically topsoil over clay.
 
Since y'all are bringing the beef, corn, pork and crawdads I'll throw in some Hot Wings. Besides I am about BBQed out right now after making a brisket, ribs and pulled pork over the last couple of weeks. So here are the wings and an SP-101 for the BBQ gun. To eat my wings you need a cast iron stomach, stainless steel intestines and a chrome plated BH to survive.
And my home made sweet tea to drink.

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So yummy!
I just pulled half a pound of thick cut hickory smoked bacon off the smoker and my wife and I have already eaten half of it. No wonder I’m gaining weight! This madness has to STOP!!!!
 
So yummy!
I just pulled half a pound of thick cut hickory smoked bacon off the smoker and my wife and I have already eaten half of it. No wonder I’m gaining weight! This madness has to STOP!!!!
Mrs F made our anniversary breakfast early this a.m.
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I was in the semi, tendering the sprayer until 10pm.
 
A 14' Jon Boat with about a 15HP motor is the best fishing rig ever. Having a son or two with you makes it golden.
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A skiboat ain't a bad thing....gasoline, suntan lotion, and bikinis.?...well, maybe in the old days....
Yes, a 14' jon is hard to beat!
20170604_074526.jpg My son, his best buddy, and me on Newton Lake a few years ago. Looks like we had a double!
In my 14' jon. 9.9 merc. Trolling motor on the front.....
 
When I was a kid I loved to fish. The best thing that happened to my mother was when I got a drivers license and a car and I could take myself to the lake. As soon as 4o'clock rolled around I would leave my dads machine shop and get in my car and head to the lake and fish till dark. Every day. Then I bought a 14" Jon Boat from K-Mart and a 9.4HP Mercury engine from a guy in the paper. What a boat and motor combo.

Before that my dad and I went in on a Lone Star semi V bottom boat with a 14-15HP motor. That was a good boat too. And it was so much fun to be with my dad. We did a lot together. We hunted, flew model planes, fished and I worked in the machine shop from age 10 to 24. I sure miss him. He was the best dad ever.
 
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When I was a kid I loved to fish. The best thing that happened to my mother was when I got a drivers license and a car and I could take myself to the lake. As soon as 4o'clock rolled around I would leave my dads machine shop and get in my car and head to the lake and fish till dark. Every day. Then I bought a 14" Jon Boat from K-Marl and a 9.4HP Mercury engine from a guy in the paper. What a boat and motor combo.

Before that my dad and I went in on a Lone Star semi V bottom boat with a 14-15HP motor. That was a good boat too. And it was so much fun to be with my dad. We did a lot together. We hunted, flew model planes, fished and I worked in the machine shop from age 10 to 24. I sure miss him. He was the best dad ever.
My dad's passion was trapshooting. I learned the game early and well. I had some very talented and well-known "coaches" that were my dads friends. I learned a little from each of them.
Anyhooo....a local club had built a $1000 jackpot for their derby night. 25 16yds, and 25 from what you broke (trapshooters know this). I ran the 50x50, won the $$ and bought a 14' jon! My dad was the loser because he bought a 6hp Johnson for it, lol. (He paid my entry fee too). I was about 17 yo. I dont have that particular boat, I traded it for a wider, heavier one. I built the trailer myself in our shop. I still use the trailer.

There's a gun related BBQ story for ya'll!
 
That is a largie! I would crop the photo in from the right to mess with people. Those illusive tall-grass LMB's. You have to know where to go.
Beautiful scenery and smiles all around.
 
I have, and allow me to share a bit.

Classically, a person with "a spread" wants to celebrate something--a windfall, a personal success, or perhaps a matriculation of some sort. Being a generous and gregarious sort, this person will know a couple hundred folk to invite to such an event.
The host will typically dress as they would for any other day "on the spread" (which might be also called "out to the farm" or "over to the ranch" or the like). Which would include the ability to cope with pest and annoyances (like coyotes).
In days of old, such a person would generally be acquainted of the Sheriff, the DA, and the like, and might well have access to Trusty's at the Jail who would hand-tool leather. Or, perhaps they knew an artisan who made up their tack. Really didn't matter, it was their land, so they could Open Carry whatever they wanted to.

Now, the townfolk invited to such things might be of similar stature, equipment and experience. Or, the town Pharmacist might just want to show off his fancy rig. So, it could be a social appearance as much as anything else. Now, note, all hands are polite, too. There's no onus for not being armed, or for perhaps toting something in pot metal (unless one were under a delusion it was Adamantium or the like).

Food would be "ranch sized," an entire side of beef sometimes. Pit smoking in the Barbacoa style is frequent. Emptying out the smoke house pretty common, too. There's a recent trend to hire in a "chuckwagon" with appropriate chefs to cater such things, too. "Pot luck" style is less common, but not uncommon.

At the core it's about community and generosity--if with a bit of pomp after a fashion.
I like the way you think, Captain.
 
Somethings a little fishy about the food drift from BBQ.

But, it kinda evens out. Place in Port Aransas Texas. The Crazy Cajun.

Tables covered with butcher paper. Just a giant pot of craw dads. Shrimp. Crab legs. Sausage. New potatoes and corn dumped on the table with loves of French Bread and red sauce.

I can appreciate it. And, this is a fun thread.
 
I have a hunting/firearms related tale, true as the Alaskan day is long. Few will know this but I once ran into engine trouble while goose hunting in my ‘ol 14’ flat. Being nearly 2 miles from the dock, options were few and my paddle had stayed behind to make room for decoys.

Relictantly, I zipped the cap off my 835, carefully captured the spring, and pulled the plug. Then I reassembled that bird blaster, chucked in some shells, checked my wind, and fired to stern. 4 rounds later I needed a life jacket to cushion the collision with the dock. Who knew all that recoil would some day come in handy! Thank you, Mossberg. :rofl:
 
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