WestTNriverrat
Songster
My mom was real out doorsy and we would go camping for a week with just bread peanut butter and eggs. Had to cut cane poles and catch anything else we wanted to eat. Ended up being mostly bream and frog legs. It was always a great time and memories. Dad would either take us on coon hunting trips or your more traditional vacation trips like the beach. He’s where I acquired my taste for crab.Fishing with cane poles was another