Cool morning

Boy howdy is old Billy Bob grumpy this morn'n. Ya see, yesterdays "hot" trip done wore me slap out down to the bone. I were think'n I felt bad last night, but I feel worster this morning. But I'll get over it....after while.

Unhook'n "that jeep" was a chore I ain't gonna forget the rest of the day. Knock my knuckles on everthing....and then one the pins what hold the tow bar wouldn't budge. There weren't no way......other than Billy Bob's way....big hammer. Now I got to run up the headquarters place and pay my dues. "I'll be back"....Squishnerger.

Here it is noon and old Billy Bob still ain't feel'n too well. That trip yesterday must'a been more than I could handle. Now I'm gonna have a wasted day....and there's a golf ball swak'n place right over there. Weather is beautiful.

Had me a talk with the park host....or what ever they call them....old Billy Bob ain't gonna be catch no big catfish out the Brazos river. There 3 reason why. The first being that nobody else has been catch any. Second, the river is low. And third, it's bout a 14 mile hike to the river. Well maybe not that far, but more than I'm gonna walk just to catch a stink'n fish what I'm gonna throws back anyhows. If'n there was a $20 dollar bill lay'n on the bank, I would have to think twict bout walk'n over there to pick it up. Don't do walk'n ya know.

Get'n camp set up......but I might say, very slowly. Gonna put me some dog food out there round them trees for the squills and raccoons. Them coons sure are cute little buggers. So what if it says not to feed the critters....I paid my dues. I chose this camp site purposely so we could watch the coons climb'n in an' out the dumpster. Grandkids love that ya know.