Where I grew up I enjoyed a early bream for fun but nothing compared to the Hickory Shad run. I have taken many a set of roe home for a fine dinner. In fact I had a set about two weeks ago thanks to my wife spotting them in our local super deluxe supermarket. Paid a hefty price for them, but it brought back memories like few other things ever could. Almost as good as frost covered purple top turnips, eaten raw for snack, pulled right out of the ground, while following a pair of dogs, looking for a covey of quail, that will be shot with red dot loaded paper Federal shells. I can see my uncles setter and pointer, Grant and Lee, in my mind, walking around a downed tree along the hedge row and finding both dogs locked up. Nearly six decades later and that memory is as clear and sharp as a cold night.
