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If you haven’t eaten alligator, you should really give it a try. You may have heard the old adage that it tastes just like chicken. Not really. It’s actually a lot better. Alligator used for food preparation usually only includes the tail meat so don’t try this with a dead gator you find on the side of the road. Packaged alligator tail meat can be found nationwide. It tends to be a bit pricey, usually at $15 per pound, but a little goes a long way. For those of you with an adventurous streak, here’s a recipe that you’re sure to enjoy.
1 lb. Louisiana alligator meat (tenderloin or sirloin cuts of tail meat), cut into chunks
Freshly ground black pepper
Flour, for dredging
1 cup buttermilk
1 cup hot sauce
1 bottle store bought ranch dressing, for dipping
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Very good advice.
Fly fishing…. it’s been the backbone of my family for many generations. But unlike many fishermen who were reared in the 1950’s, I was taught from an early age the concept of catch and release. Simply put, it is fishing for sport and not for the meat.
That is not to say there’s anything inherently wrong with the catch and kill approach to fishing. There is certainly room for that aspect of fishing as well with some limitations. I’m pretty sure the Native-Americans of the 1700’s and 1800’s weren’t fishing just for sport. However, as the decades have passed, we have learned that nothing is forever and that includes healthy fish populations as well. Fish hatcheries alone can not reclaim healthy fisheries. We all need to do a little of our own share as well. It is largely a question of balance. When I lived in Oregon for example, I…
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You can feel and appreciate his impatience to get home.
My Uncle Dave is getting impatient to get back to Trumbull. This letter explains his frustration.
April 5, 1946
Rec’d. Apr. 15
Dear Dad –
I’m truly sorry for neglecting to write at such an important time. I left for the Depot on schedule just as I wrote. But there wasn’t room for me on the boats that were here at the time. I’ve been waiting at the Depot ever since. As things stand now, I will leave here sometime around the middle of the month, getting into Frisco the first week in May. I should be home around the middle of May.
The ship I’ll probably sail on is the General Heinzelman. It’s arrival in Manila and it’s estimated time of arrival in the states is not yet definitely known because of storms in the Pacific. But you can be pretty sure of seeing me is sometime…
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Great fishing tales.
To be sure, there are few places on earth that rival the Italian Alps for pure beauty and wonder. These ancient mountains were once a limestone seabed before they were thrust upwards millions of years ago. Today their picturesque peaks beckon to tourists from all parts of the world. This magical place was also for many years my home.
My wife and I moved to the tiny village of Tret in the Val di Non of northern Italy’s Trento Province in the fall of 2002. Being a lifelong fly fisherman, one of my first tasks was to sort out the question of whether or not my new home would equal my old home in Eugene, Oregon in terms of the quality of available fishing. The short answer, I soon found out, was no. However as with every no or yes, there are always qualifiers. To be sure, my old home…
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