From the Maury river behind the house. Haven't had a bad day fishing yet, although 'big' fish is not the scene.
Pawpaws:
after thinking about it only a second, I knew the fruit Sue and I saw
were pawpaws. This although I do not remember the circumstances of some
45 years ago when I must have first learned what they were, probably
from Dad. He probably picked them up, knowing what they were, and
showed them to me - but I know we didnt eat them.
I
have a book on edible plants and the trick [which Dad probably was
unsure of, if it was indeed him] was to let them ripen and don't eat the
skin. They are full of these big seeds, which means you spit the seeds
out [the fruit kind of clings to the seeds]. It seems to be the sort of
thing you eat maybe one of at a time. Very tasty! The whole business is a
lot like persimmons, it seems, what with needing to ripen and being
undesirable till that point, but they taste and smell like bananas.
Of course I had to go back and get some more [while fishing]. So this is what I have been up to while it's too hot for hunting.
