Way to get it done man!

Looks tasty! Nothing beats fishing with your old man. My dad texts me from work all the time a lyric from and old song something about wishin we could go fishing but instead I’m just layin in jail.

I always wondered how people got diesel trucks to run on cooking oil, then one time after a fish fry I dumped a gallon or so of cooking oil on a camp fire and lost a lot of hair.

Wow! I've never thought of soaking them in beer.......

That would be Waylon Jennings "There Ain't No Good Chain Gang". Good song.
JCB-The only issue I can see is that can of Bud, lol. Why that particular brand of beer, if you don't mind me asking?

I really wish you wouldn't have asked because its a long story. But I think Buds story needs to be told so I will tell it.

You see me and old Bud we go way back! I don't know when he was born but I would guess it was some time around mid 2018. Shortly after birth he ended up in a Walmart in Sweetwater Texas where my Dad purchased him along with 23 of his closest BUDdies around the October/November time frame. From there he was loaded in my truck and hauled back to deer camp where he was placed inside the fridge inside our camper.

As deer season moved along one by one his 23 BUDdies met their demise around the campfires and smokers where we all shared our hunting stories with one another. As the supply ran low I am sure Dad replenished the fridge with various brands including Shiner, Modelo, Miller, etc. Somehow old Bud was never the chosen one and he survived over and over again as his fridge mates perished one by one until he was the last can standing.

At the end of deer season in January of this year I had the job of cleaning out the fridge in the camper. As I was cleaning it out I ran into Bud and tossed the little feller in the ice chest with all my other stuff. The next morning he was loaded up into the truck and hauled back to DFW with me.

When I got home I emptied the ice chest and placed old Bud up on the top shelf of the fridge. Day after day, week after week, and month after month he was there to greet me every time I opened the fridge. We got to know each other so well that we were on a first name basis before long. He always looked so comfortable up there on that top shelf......almost like a king sitting on his throne. That's when I realized that he was in fact the "King Of Beers" just like they say.

Fast forward to this past Sunday morning. I got up and went to the grocery store to get what I needed to cook my fish. On my list of things I needed was Coors Light which is my beer of choice. I am not a heavy drinker but I had run out of beer and was in no hurry to get anymore so I figured it could just wait until Sunday when I got everything else. Well that proved to be a problem. You see there is this silly law in Texas that I cant buy beer before noon on Sunday and it was only 10am. As I stood there looking at the beer in the store contemplating how to handle this I saw some Budweiser there and that's when it hit me...….I could use old Bud for my fish!!!!! I mean he was already bought and paid for and just chillin in the fridge so why not!

I got home and got everything ready for the fish fry and then retrieved old Bud from his throne. I shared a few thoughts with him and then popped the top and poured him over the fish. I could tell he was happy......he was bubbling with joy as he swam with the fish!! That's when I knew I made the right decision.

I am not sure what the life expectancy is of a beer in deer camp but I bet its not more than a few days. He lived waaaaaaay longer than that!

Some may say he was just a beer, but to me he was my best Bud!! Heres to you old friend!

True story but maybe slightly embellished for yalls entertainment!

HAHAHAHA! Good story! Glad he served you in a way that wasn't displeasing to the palate. However, I drank one once. And that's about all I got to say about that. I've never tried fish battered like that, but I will soon. Thanks for this afternoon's entertainment

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