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Post by woodyz on Jan 10, 2015 17:49:15 GMT -7
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Post by missasip on Jan 18, 2015 9:33:12 GMT -7
I gotta say she would never make it in this part of the country....TOOOO many wasted moves...course when we cleaning 200 mullet, not everyone is up to it... Jimmy
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Post by woodyz on Jan 21, 2015 20:31:11 GMT -7
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Post by missasip on Jan 22, 2015 17:59:22 GMT -7
Shoot with either my old Hamilton Beach or filet knife I can made anyone a filet master in 30 minutes. Repetition is what its about... Jimmy
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Post by woodyz on Jan 22, 2015 20:37:34 GMT -7
You have to "feel" the bone ridge in the knife, some people never get it. I would rather eat a mess of "crappie" I pronounce it "croppie" then steak. I remember getting into a bunch of stripper one day and catching about 200# worth. It was the first time I had ever saw a "hamilton beach" used to fillet a fish, and was I ever glad to learn that trick that night. I have to tell this story. I was in TX working at Comanche Peak en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Comanche_Peak_Nuclear_Power_PlantThey dug a canal from Granbury Lake to the cooling reservoir Squaw Creek and stocked it with half grown stripper. The lake wasn't open to fishing yet, but working there we knew how to get around that, so we waded down the canal into about waist deep water in the lake. The water was making a good current where it came in and they were hitting anything that sparkled. So we were out there before sun up in about waist deep water and kept hearing splashes we couldn't see. As the sun came up we could see the ceder trees partly underwater and the "water moccasins" falling off of the lower limbs into the water. At about the same time the stripper started hitting. We had thought about it enough to bring a big wash tub which we floated our gear in while we waded to the lake, so we were able to put about 100# in it and float it the 1/2 mile back up the canal. But we couldn't stop catching the fish and we each had to carry out about 50# And them dang moccasins were attracted to the stringers of fish we had over our shoulders and were chasing us up the canal. We finally threw four or five at them and got mostly out of the water. I was clear worn to a nub from the worry of getting caught in there (they would have buried us under the jail) from the worrying about the snakes and from the carrying the fish a 1/2 mile against the current. Then we got home and had the fish to clean. The guy I went with pulled out the electric knife and showed me how to make quick work of the cleaning. When the water started coming up we had the job to weld the net wire across the intake. So we spent about a week in two boats out their. A lot of channel cat fish in the 4# range were out there so we took out just a reel no rod and caught them. We would fillet them and fill ice chests with fillet. We would fill up two or three 30 qt ice chests in the morning, go to shore for lunch and fill two or three more. And we still had our side done two weeks before the millwrights, or maybe they just wanted more fish. While it wasn't exactly lawful doing it, the lake was not turned over to the Game Wardens yet and every one knew what we were doing. Safety Dept gave us as much ice as we needed, for a 10 qt chest of catfish fillets a day,
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