Life is not always black and white, but regardless of what color it is, it should head towards the direction of progress. Progression was made this weekend. New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival is a man-made event providing the international public servings of great music and food. The event lasts for two weekends, same time every year, last weekend of April, then first weekend of May. Tickets this year were sixty dollars at the door, it seemed to be like everything else nowadays, a cultural event sponsored by big companies to help favor their products. The stage was set with acts of all genre and likability, accompanied by expensive beer ($5 Miller Lite Can = $120 per Case).
So I went fishing.
It was a good time on the water, listening to Jazzfest via the radio, catching fish, and catching up with old friends. At the end of the day, our haul was three nice catfish and one Black Drum. My fishing muscles had not been flexed in a few months, and was outfished, but not out cooked. The drum met the grill later in the evening with some bay leaves and garlic. It was paired with the Pinot Griggio of beers, Coors Light to make a nice combination of healthful fare. Catching your own food is an etheral feeling, not depending on a grocery store for food, but rather Mother Earth. We as a people were once hunter-gathers, now we are grocery-shoppers. Next time you get the chance, turn off the TV, put down the laptop, and go get a hook wet.
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