Catfish Beware

Greetings from Jamie in Summerville:

(Hayden is the precocious, three-year old next-door neighbor of my parents in Summerville. He visits us almost everyday (sigh) but mostly he’s a lot of fun. He likes to fish, or pretend fish, especially in the “big boat.” He took this fish for a walk around the yard before giving it to us to clean.)

While Bob and Seth work on getting Walter into shape for the next leg of our journey, I’ve been fully spoiled spending time with my folks, riding my bike on a local trail, sleeping in a comfy bed, getting veggies from a local farmers’ market, and eating catfish that we’ve caught fishing on Lake Moultrie. But I’ve only felt guilty once, when I came to the Skinners’ house to visit the crew, and Bob asked me, Where’s the catfish??? Guilt swelled in my gut and I tried to back out, but the hook had been set.

So tomorrow we are going fishing again, and this time it’s for the crew. We’ve got a nice catfish hole (I hope I’m not jinxing it by mentioning it here), and we’re gonna do our best to bring home the flaky, fishy, bottom-feeder goodness of catfish and I might even clean a few of ‘em myself, now that I’ve wielded the knife and slain a few of the poor creatures.