My mother passed away 18 years ago today.She was like nobody i ever knew. For years i seen her get up and make daddys breakfast, milk 6 head of cows by hand and still be across the road squirrle huntin by daylite. One year i was squirrle hunting wattensaw bayou from a boat and momma wanted to go along and crappie fish. For probably 2 miles she never got a bite, then tossed in beside a beaver hut and landed a big black crappie. Needless to say all hunting stopped at this time, and i didn't have a pole to fish with.:angry: I set there and watched her fish up all the minnows she had and for 2 days after that, we must have caught 100 crappie from that hut. Momma raised practically everything we eat, would bust fire wood all day long with a sledge and wedge, taught me to hunt and fish because daddy was always working.I can't count the times i've cryed in the woods thinking of her and likely will bawl like a baby again. Miss and love you momma. i hope God has plenty of bait and don't mind paddleing you around.