Mayan Style

[Steve_C]

My dad likes to tell the story of once when deer hunting in the rocky mountains he woke early and left the group in the cabin for a quick look around. He got lost in the snow and finally found his way back to camp around 9 PM being very cold and not having eaten anything all day. Everybody was gone but there was a pot on the stove boiling some deer livers. He said he told people for years how great deer livers were. Then he said he had some again a few years later and you know what, they really were not all that good.

 

[Sam Miller III]

On occasion I recall spearing a fish or maybe two or more

In the summer in Orange County California the beaches face south into all the prevailing storms generated in Baja California Mexico, so the surf can be interesting but the fish were plentiful

To avoid high erratic surf I or we would begin diving before daylight while the surf was lower and the fish were just beginning to stir.

I seldom returned home with out a fish - often halibut. Which my "Shooten Iron *" (spear gun ) was generally rigged for and it was my specialty- I held the Spearfishing record for halibut for almost a year--

I would return home. clean the fish and the entire family would enjoy a fish breakfast.

My children grew up having fish for breakfast - now they are married with families and now we have three generations enjoying fish breakfasts.

so many memories …

SDM
"Shooten Iron * I am a man of the west...