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‘Biloxi Bacon’ (Striped Mullet) Two Easy Recipes
Mar 24, 2020
“May the mullet brown in abundance upon his frying pan.”
-Traditional Biloxi, Mississippi, Blessing
In our recent Trash Fish Tuesday: Striped Mullet article, we celebrated the deep Southeastern tradition of catching, cooking, and sharing mullet. The once-staple and newly trending fish is local, sustainable, healthy, versatile, easy to catch and easy to clean, and damn tasty. So, if you’re finally ready to eat more mullet, check out...
A Marsh of Your Own: How to Catch Redfish by Kayak
Mar 2, 2020
Corpus Christi Bay is tequila clear and cellophane slick this morning.
When my kayak slipped over the oyster bed a moment ago, a thousand calcium and carbon blades scratched the hull and scraped off any boats on my tail. Now I stand up in the sit-in kayak, invert my paddle, and pull a camo sock-hat over the yellow blade. I push myself slowly through the skinny water, still-hunting.
A grumpy aghh, aghh snatches my eyes to a trio of white ibis...
Trash Fish Tuesday: Striped Mullet, aka “Biloxi Bacon”
Feb 18, 2020
Why do we consider some fish iconic and others aquatic refuse? In this series, we focus on American fishes not officially designated as “game fish.” These species, though native, get lumped into a category of “trash fish,” a distinction that’s more than just semantic. Game fish are managed differently by state and federal agencies. They get protection, research, money, and love. Trash fish don’t. We think that’s wrong.
Hook, Line, and Sinker: Catfish Limb-Lining Basics
Dec 30, 2019
Our fate hangs by a thread just around this bend. If the limb-line is taut, we’ll dine on fresh catfish fried crispy in cornmeal and lard. If not, it’s creek-side potted meat and crackers for supper.
We’re canoeing Mississippi’s Black Creek for a few days. We lit the Coleman stove long before the sun. The smell of eggs, coffee, and bacon rose in the gloaming. And, at first good light, we were floating downstream through a wild and scenic morning...