#56: Southernisms

Remember last week how we sounded all smart and stuff?  Additive harvest and predator swamping and protandric hermaphoditism and whatnot?

Y’all.

We asked “what are your favorite southern sayings” and boy, did y’all come through in a MAJOR way.

Constipated turkeys, fence sitting turtles, sock wearing roosters, and perhaps the world’s most awkward anatomy lesson are just the beginning!

Warning – may not be safe for little ears.  But we tried.

Other warning – forgive us.

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#50: A Game Is The Foot

IT’S.  OUR.  BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!

One year ago today, we were just a precocious, nascent podcast.

Today – we’re celebrating.  We talk our favorite episodes and moments – in the finest tradition of this train-wreck of a podcast . . . we hope y’all enjoy!

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#42: The Topwater Draft

Do you love Skitter Walks?  Zara Spooks?  Tiny Torpedoes?

Is you favorite part of fishing the moment a monster snook crushes a Mirrolure, or when a redfish flips upside down to crunch a Top Dog?

If any of this sounds like your brand of bourbon, THIS is the episode you’ve been waiting for . . . The guys get together to hash out their favorite topwater baits . . . Plus, Keep & Release returns!!!

Keep:

Nate: Everglades Seasoning . . . Put it on EVERYTHING!!!!

Austin:  73 Days ’til Duck Season . . . Need to book a hunt?  Message Travis today

Travis: Modern Huntsman magazine – try it out.  You will NOT be disappointed.

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#40: Stories, Vol 1

You asked, we answered!

For months, you guys (our listeners) have been asking for “more stories” . . . Nate’s parents and siblings, Travis’ parents, and the CBFL gang all gather on a recent trip to Little Gasparilla Island to tell some of their favorite stories.

Volume 1 recounts Travis’ misadventures with the fairer sex, Nate’s misadventures with a Skitter Walk, and our parents’ misadventures at the outdoors . . .

#38: All About Hats

Show me an outdoorsman without a hat, and I’ll show you a ballerina . . . That’s where we’re at in this week’s episode.  Plus: Publix boycotts, Pressure washers, WWE Stock (again), Aldi, and more.

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#31: Sub-Urban Dictionary, Volume 3

Show Notes:

What if someone said “Billy caught a TOAD yesterday” . . . would you know what they meant?

Or what it means to be “Dishragged” or “Smoked like a Cheap Cigar” . . .

This week, we cover all of those and many more in our 3rd edition of the Sub-Urban Dictionary . . .

Want to catch up?  Here’s a link to Volume 1 of the Sub-Urban Dictionary and here’s the link to Volume 2!

Keep and Release:

Travis’ Keep: The It Pays to Fish Podcast, with Angie Scott . . . You know we were skeptical, but we loved what we’ve heard so far from this show!

Emily’s  Beef Tenderloin Recipe:

1 Tbsp. + 1 pinch sea salt (or Himalayan salt), divided use
1 Tbsp. ground black pepper
2 cloves garlic
2 Tbsp. fresh rosemary sprigs, leaves removed and stem discarded, tightly packed
2 tsp. fresh thyme sprigs, leaves removed and stem discarded, tightly packed
2 Tbsp. fresh parsley, tightly packed
2 lbs. raw, lean, center-cut beef tenderloin
1 Tbsp. ghee (organic grass-fed, if possible)
¼ cup crème fraiche
2 tsp. prepared horseradish

Preparation

  1. Place 1 Tbsp. salt, pepper, garlic, rosemary, thyme, and parsley in food processor (or blender). Pulse until finely chopped.
  2. Coat outside of tenderloin evenly with garlic mixture. Place in a casserole dish and refrigerate, uncovered, minimum 8 hours (approximately overnight).
  3. After minimum 8 hours (or the next day), remove tenderloin from refrigerator 2 hours before cooking to allow tenderloin to come up to room temperature.
  4. Preheat oven to 400º F.
  5. Heat large, ovenproof skillet over high heat. Your skillet must be smoking hot in order to get a true and deep sear on your tenderloin.
  6. Carefully pat tenderloin dry with paper towels. Rub outside with ghee; cook in preheated skillet, 1 to 2 minutes on each side, or until brown on all sides.
  7. Place skillet in preheated oven. Bake, uncovered, for 20 to 25 minutes, or until a thermometer inserted at its thickest point reads 125º F for medium rare. Remove tenderloin from oven. Transfer to carving board. Allow to rest for 10 minutes.
  8. While tenderloin is baking, make Horseradish Cream Sauce. Combine crème fraiche, horseradish, and
    remaining pinch of salt in a small bowl; mix well. Refrigerate, covered, until ready to use.
  9. Slice tenderloin into 8 portions. Serve each with 1½ tsp. Horseradish Cream Sauce.
    RECIPE NOTE:
    Roasted meats should always be rested before slicing for two reasons. First, it allows the hot outer portions to transfer their heat to the center, which completes the cooking process. Our 125º F tenderloin will rest up to about 140º F, for a perfect medium rare. Second, by allowing the temperature to
    stabilize before slicing, we keep the juices in the meat rather than on the cutting board.
    COOKING TIPS:
    • For rare meat, subtract 3 to 5 minutes from the total baking time.
    • For medium, add 3 to 5 minutes to the total baking time.
    • Make sure your prepared horseradish is pure horseradish, and not in a cream-based or mayonnaise sauce.
    • If you do not have fresh herbs, you can use 2 tsp. of dried herbs, each.

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#30: Excuses

Show Notes:

Have you ever spent 12 hours on the water, only to arrive home empty-handed?

(shakes head in agreement) “Neither have we”

But, just in case that DOES happen to you one day, we’ve got you locked and loaded with our best excuses for a bad day afield . . . No fish, too many fish, bad weather, bananas, lucky hats, and more!!!

Keep and Release:

Nate’s Keep item – Grilled shrimp, with this butter on it . . .

Trav’s Keep item – What would Teddy Roosevelt Do?  The new website from Back Country Hunter’s and Anglers that examines public land policy through the lens of one of our greatest conservationists . . .

Emily’s Keep Item – The Life Coach School Podcast . . .

 

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#29: Overrated, Underrated, and Properly Rated

Show Notes:

Are Power-poles overrated?  What about Mud motors? Mojo Decoys? Shimano reels?

Plus – Tacos?

Keep and Release:

Nate & Kaley’s Keep item – the Little Gasparilla Island Facebook Group

Trav’s Keep item – Barkeeper’s Friend

 

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#28 Things Turkey Hunters Like

Show Notes:

Turkey Calls.  All the Turkey Calls.  Slate calls.  Box calls.  Mouth calls.  Wingbone Calls.

All.  The.  Calls.

Plus, TSS, Overcalling, Thermocells, Choke Tubes, and MORE Things Turkey Hunters Love!!!!

Keep and Release:

Nate’s Keep item – The Bug-A-Salt

Trav’s Keep item – Will taking an interest in Photography

 

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Dogs I Have Known

I’m not exactly sure how or when my infatuation with hunting dogs began.

I came by this naturally, I suppose . . . My maternal grandfather was a quail hunting tour-de-force, almost always with a pointer or 3 leading the way.

My dad raised beagles when we were very young, so gun dogs were abundant.  There were always 2 or 3 in the kennels, until a litter came along.  Toby and Max and Dutchess and Bear wandered through my adolescence with their tri-colored saddles and soulful howls.

But somewhere, and I don’t remember the switch exactly, we ended up with a Brittany.  Abracadabra was her name on paper, which we shortened to Magic.

Magic was an appropriate name for her, as she promptly disappeared anytime there was gunfire.  She had those piercing green eyes that come standard issue on Brits, and I was determined to cure her of gunshyness.  My plan was two fold – I took my portable electronic drum sticks, complete with belt attached speaker; I would crank the lawnmower up, and have it idle in the background so my parents would think I was mowing, plus it added to the noise.  Then I’d stand over poor Magic, that speaker precariously close to her ears, and bang on those imaginary drums.

It didn’t work.

Copper was a natural, another Brittany who pointed a covey of quail his first time out.  He was dad’s dog, really, orange dappled with style on his points.  A freak accident took him from us before his time . . .

Daisy was an English setter – a Llewellyn, to be exact, with blonde feathering beneath the silky white.  Daisy was another born natural, minus a couple of quirks . . . She covered so much ground that she’d be on point in the next county before you’d get near her; also, she hated me.  This one is still baffling, as when she was small she slept in my room, my hand in her crate all night.  But, for some weird reason, she would not come near me.  My sister, who never spent any time with the dogs, Daisy would lick her in the face; me, begging to show her affection, nada.  She would run in circles, just outside of arms reach the whole time I was in the yard.  In hindsight, Daisy was like a prep course for my first marriage.

Ozzie, the gigantic liver and white Brittany who towered over my mother but had no interest in hunting.  Swish, the ill named and incestuously bred Brit that yelped every 4 seconds for 7 straight days.

Toby.  Sport. Penny.  Ginny.

Alf and Chuck.  Max and Ace.  Kasey.

Even today, my house is alive with the clatter of nails on hardwood as two French Brittanys clown their way through life.

I’d love to romanticize the idea – a cold, rainy, winter’s night; the hunter sits in his chair, in front of the fire, reading a Ruark novel, the Brittany asleep at his feet, worn out from the morning’s hunt.

In reality, though, I’m probably watching a rerun of the Office, one dog chewing on my shoes while the other dog lays in front of the fire, but not too close in case he farts and ignites the entire scene.  Having just taken them out to pee in the rain, the smell of wet gun dog mingles with the smell of the fire, some mystical humidifier from hell permeating the room.  My wife, like a million wives before, will come in to chastise the pups for some trash can they’ve overturned, or bed they’ve unmade, or chew toy they’ve destroyed, and I’ll watch as they cock their head and look at her, trying to understand, and I’ll smile, and I’ll think . . . there’s just something about huntin’ dogs . . .