I remember my amazement at the always quiet river by the negro farmstead in Harlow. For the very first time, that day, despite the mist and gray skies, silver bolts of light flashed and boiled in the brown water. The entire length and width of my favorite pool was teeming and shimmering with the chrome bright glimmering of shad, sea bright and sparkling!
"Shad is a FOOD fish!"
"No, shad is a BAIT fish!"
"Hey! OUR shad is two
fish in one!"
We had no problem deciding what they were back then! Shad were a food fish. Dad would always make a big deal about having the roe sacks battered and fried for the first course. Then he would either bake them or fry them. The young Marine would also have his fair share of beverages in a brown bottle (beer). I got to crack 'em open so that's probably why I like being a bartender so much.
Now that I am a grandfather and have had the time to experience more of life, I can reflect on a time when shad were a bait fish! Yuppers! They sure was! We stuck a big hook in their tails and flipped their squirmin' little selves into a boiling cauldron of feeding bass and blues. Or chunked 'em up and spent the dropping tide at the inlet. Oh, yeah, bait fish. My vote is for bait fish again.big jim (AKA JimiDaBeachBumm)
"Life's a beach!"
P.S. Planked, smoked or deep fried! Just food/bait/food for us poor folks.