Originally Posted by
Chilly
Well, mine is pretty simple. My grandaddy was Mr. Chilly that worked at B's grocery, in down town gore Springs, for a long time. He worked for B, when B's grocery was where the Dry dock is now. All of the hunting club called my dad Larry Chilly, and me and my brother are the Chilly boys(even to this day and I am 38). Now since my dad and granddaddy are no longer around, I got the Chilly name. I have got some big crappie fishing shoes to fill. Mr. Chilly was a helluva crappie fisherman. He used to fish grenada lake and routinely catch the limit, when the limit was 50!!! There have been many times when a 48 quart cooler would be filled with fish, very little ice, and a few on the stringer that would not fit in the cooler. More than you guys probably wanted, but it nice to reminisce.