There is something about this Texas ranch that turns me from silly city girl to the rough and tumble giggin' frogs type. I'll never forget when I was working, my boss emailed us all a picture of him with the deer he shot. I almost vomited at my desk. I had to run outside and cool off before I could return to work.
Fast-forward a few years and my Texan husband takes me hunting. Leo was 5 months old and I realized that he would learn to shoot deer soon. I had to man-up.
So, I shot me a deer.
...and tubs in sinks...
This brings us to Christmas 2010. Crazy Uncle Nathan decided to go fishing in the stock tank. This tank is a mere 200 feet from the front door of the house. Jason and Leo tagged along on this fishing excursion.
Within a few minutes - Nathan caught a huge bass!!
Leo and I even touched the fish. They are slimy...
1st plan to hold onto the fish was to put him in the barrel. That lasted a few short minutes before the fish tried to make a run for it.
Ahhhhhh - sibiling rivalry. Once the older brother catches a fish, the younger sibling always gets super competitive. After seeing Nathan with his fish, Jason got serious!
In Texan fishing - there are no rules. If you can't catch the fish with a line and hook, throw a rock at it.
(Nathan's fish was a little bigger though...)
Total tally was 2 large bass and 2 small perch.
Just like in the movies, after bringing home their kill, they "processed" the fish out front.
Leo and Iris got a big Texan welcome just like mine with the bobcats. EWWWWW!!
Julie, in all her pregnant glory, labored over the hot stove for what seemed like hours to pan-sear our filets in a delicious butter-garlic sauce and it was DIVINE!!
(She was wearing shoes in this pic)
Even Leo and Iris devoured their filets!
I LOVE TEXAS!!!!