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Cane River Creoles – Fishing on the Cane

“This river runs in my veins”  F.J. exclaimed as we headed out of the Cane.   F.J. and Phil were heading out to check their limb lines to see if they had caught anything over night.   A limb line is exactly as it sounds:  A line tied to a tree limb hanging over the water, with the other end hooked and baited several feet below the water.  You’re fishing even when you’re sleeping – or as Phil put it “even when you ‘aint doing nothing, you’re still doing something.”  After collecting their catch, they took the fish back, cleaned it and of course, fried it and ate it for lunch!  I quickly learned how to eat fish that, minus the guts, is fried whole – bones and all.   Every now and then Phil would clean a piece that didn’t have bones, or as he called it: “a city slicker cut.”

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