T-Minus 12 Hours
So I’m getting my final preparations ready. Everything is stacked by the door; as soon as I wake up, it gets moved to its new home 5 ft on the other side of the house wall.
I just got back from having dinner with my grandparents, a final meal if you will. Steak and potatoes, not a bad note to start on. It should last me a bit anyway.
It was good to sit down with my grandfather, he had a ton of tips which should prove useful as he’s lived out here for years and was previously a butcher. Most importantly we discussed the possibility of catching and eating a seagull. While he agreed with me that there was nothing wrong with eating one (he’s definitely the first to do so) he claims there’s no way I’ll catch one. I think I have a chance though.
I figure if I can lure one close enough, I can throw a crab fish over it and then wring its neck. Bold, and gross, but I agreed to this experiment, time to follow through. At that point, my grandfather said, I should put the whole thing in a pot of boiling water for 30 minutes, then pull it out, pluck it, cut the middle and gut it. After I washed the insides out, its all ready for the griddle.
I really really really hope I catch some fish.