You're go'n where???

Yup....you guessed it......

Gotta go....fish call'n

I be fish'n.......
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Hot diggity dog, that were some kind of fun. 9 in da boat and 2 automatic release. Most fish today were in the 1 to 3 pounds range.....mostly 1's. Boated one bass big enough to photograph. The rest....ehhh, forget it. 

Falcon Lake fever

What can I say, I have a fever. Yeah I like to fish. Probably better than most things I do. Although I sure would like to be building something, using my hands to create a memory of some sort. But.....I ain't got no wood, so that's out of the question until a later date. In the mean time, it's fish'n".

Didn't mention it, but that damn slide out is act'n up again. OFM Barney had to assist the hunnert hp motor that operates the slide out the other day when we made our move back to the State Park. So repairing the slide out is on my priority list as soon as I arrive back on the Gulf coast. How long does it take Billy Bob to repair slide outs? Hell, I don't know....never did it before.

Yesterday afternoon me an' my trusty companion Sadie Mae took a little trip down to the lake. Just look'n round ya know. Made a few casts out into the brushy areas and "I want you lookie here", I done catched me up a bass fish. Then Barney showed up and "sugar talked" MY bass over to where he was fish'n. He catched up 2.....just like that.

Today is a good day for fish'n. Ain't hardly a breeze outside. Ain't no sun neither. What ya think? Should I???
Yeah, I think that what I better do. Gonne take "bubba boat" over there to a new fish'n spot....catch me up a 14 pounds bass.

Ok....things to do.....I'm out of here.

Test is over...

Well that settles that question. Google Chrome, what they been say'n is the only browser to fix blog problems is now in the dumpster back in Deming with all my other junk. I should never listen when somebody says "change this".

Some people eat just to be eat'n. I do that quite often myself, not giv'n a hoot if'n it tastes good or not. Then there are rare occasions when I eat for the enjoyment of it. Savor the many different flavors of a good restaurant cooked meal. You would think this close to the Mexican border there would be a gazillion Mexican restaurants to choose from. But that ain't so. All me an' the OFM Barney found was a little ramshackle cafe beside the road....with a big ol' attic fan hang'n over a winder for air conditioning. Then there was only 2 people what could speak English....me and Barney. But the food was savored by our taste buds down to the very last bite. Not excellent, but very good for our choice of eat'em ups.

Then we went to Walmart to fill our long lists of necessaries. Barney sneaked out the store, mumbl'n something bout fish'n, before I could see what was in his shop'n cart. But I knowed what was in mine....only half of what I had on my list.
Walmart in Rio Grande City sucks. Tell all your friends.

After a day of eat'n and shop'n, I still have enough time to go find that elusive 14 pounds bass. Although I could use a nice nap. I'm get'n to think'n I ain't gonna catch no 14 pounds bass before I pull out next week....or whenever. What ya think?

Ok, got things to do....or not do.....laters.

Day to relax????

Well crap, ain't got nuttin to write about this morn'n. It ain't like I didn't do nuttin yesterday, but it's not write worthy.

But guess what.....I'm gonna tell ya anyhows. Ya see , Barney decided to meet me at the lake and play with his kayak. By the time he got there, I had done made a run out on the lake and got blowed all over the place by the forecased 2 to 4 mph winds. Ha, what do forecasters know bout wind.....it were right up there bout 15 miles a hour.

I were sit'n there in "that jeep" look'n at "bubba boat"....engineering ya know, when I got a idea. Move the battery to the front of the boat....(Weight distribution ya know). Took 'er out on the lake for a test spin. Holy cows, what a difference that makes. Go a hunnert mile a hour straight like a arrow. So's I cast my trusty bass catch'n lure and all I catched was the back end of "bubba boat". Didn't hear no air gushing out a big ol' hole, but to be safe, I headed to shore.

This is what I fount hang'n on for dear life to the back of the boat. After examining for damage to the air bladder inside the outside covering, it was determined that there was no hole. "You lucky sum a gum Billy Bob". Casting technique has to be reconsidered. The hook did not penetrate the outer cover....only hang'n on to a few strands of cloth. One more trip out on the lake proved that "bubba boat" don't like wind over 12 mile a hour. 

Back at camp I set "bubba boat" on the picnic table an' blowed it up with all the wind I could muster. One half pound air ain't enough. Gotta get me one them hi pressure pump thingys what ya pump with your foot. Anyhows, did a slight modification to the motor mount.
That's all I did....but it was a successful day.

Got up this morn'n to more wind. Damn, is it ever gonna quit? Got to remember the weather in Falcon State Park in March when winter in south Texas next year. Maybe the other end of the lake would be a better choice with all the protected coves on that end.

I been think'n bout that guy what's been kill'n snakes. I would think that a native Texan would have no fear of snakes, especially little grass snakes. Can't believe a guy would kill a defenseless little snake just to be kill'n something. And then blame his actions on the neighbor.
That my rant for the day.

Ok, got things to do.....even if'n they ain't right.

Right decisions

Boy howdy does it ever feel good when ya make a right or good decision. Had it not been for the OFM Barney reminding me that there is electricity in the State Park, I would have probably died last night of heat exhaustion or drowned in a ball of sweat. Air conditioning is nice.

Other than mak'n the long 4 mile move to the State Park yesterday, I have nuttin else to talk about. That was yesterdays "catch of the day" reposted for those that didn't catch yesterdays afternoon blog update. "You da man Billy Bob".

Camera done bit the dust. Won't come on.....won't do nuttin. And I just bought it 8 months ago. Trip to Walmart??? Nah, I'll just use the big'un until I can find one them little ones with a view finder. Ya ever try to take a pic out in the sunshine look'n at that little screen and can't see nuttin? Just point and hope for the best....that all you can do.

Today is not the day I were think'n it were. Somewheres along the line I either lost a day or invented a new one. Today is monday, but by what I were think'n, today is tuesday. "Dang Billy Bob, pay attention".

Ok got things to do......check back laters and see my 14 pounds bass I gonna catch.

Go'n fish'n....again

Well I really don't care if'n ya don't want to hear bout fish'n or not. I'm go'n fish'n. I'm gonna blow the "bubba boat" slap up and cruise all over the lake. So what ya got to say bout that...huh???

It's a beautiful morn'n here at Falcon Lake. Not a cloud in the skys. Not even the puff of a breeze. But let me tell ya bout last night. It were miserable try'n to go to sleep in a oven of a motorhome with no air conditioning. My bed room has one little tiny window an' that's it....no ventilation. After an hour of toss'n an' turn'n, I gets up and heads for the couch where theres a nice cooling breeze blow'n cross my body. Bout 3am I wakes up with goose bumps all over the place....what the hell?

Built me up a big ol' pot this morn'n think'n Barney would share a cup with me. He had green tee or some other sissy stuff in his cup. This stuff I brewed up would have make the hair stand up on his head....that what it would'a done. 

We pretty much decided to spend our last week at the State Park where they serve up all the electric you can eat on the "early bird special" of $96 with free access to the bass fish'n hole. Too bad ol' Dizzy Dick couldn't be here to "show" me and Barney how to fish. But after yesterday, I'm think'n old Barney don't need no teach'n. Skunk me in two casts without even try'n. Go on over to his blog for a couple nice pics.
http://ofmadventures.blogspot.com/

Ok.....time to roll....things to do....fishes to catch.
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1pm
Here I are back from another successful fish'n trip. Just one fish is a success....right?

By the time I got "bubba" all blowed up and loaded, the wind picked up. I says...."to hell with it, I'm go'n fish'n". What was a good choice. Only catched up one fish..............

See there, I tole ya so.

I comes back home and see Barney pull'n out. I says, "where the hells are you go'n"? State Park where there's electricity. Be right behinds ya Barney, it hot in "da house".

Dag nab boat is full of water. I tried relocating the battery in a new spot....to save using 2 wire ties to hold it in it's normal location. Well, the little extra weight right over the self bail'n hooomajig whatsamacallit cause me to fill up the "bubba boat" with bout a hunnert gallon lake water. Wondered why my butt was get'n wet.

I'm done...out of here....laters.

Who's that guy????

I were sit'n out there on the porch last night right bout 6:30pm and I looks up the road bout 4 mile or so. I see some clown mak'n a right turn go'n a hunnert mile a hour off the main highway......tires smok'n round the corner. I watches him as he comes closer down the hill.....that look like somebody I know. It are Barney, the Old Fat Man. He pull up to my campsite to a screech'n halt an' says "hiddy Billy Bob".  We are camped together this morn'n shar'n a wonderful campsite and one water hose.

This are "bubba boat"

This are the lake and the some the bushes.

Yesterday fish'n excursion was a not so good fish'n trip. Not 'cause there weren't no fish, but 'cause I didn't catched none. Had one on, but...."ya gotta set the hook Billy Bob...set the damn hook". He were gone...pooof, just like that. There was enough breeze to blow me to places I didn't want to be....like up in the bushes every 2 minutes. That when I figger out I were done too late.....fish'n over. These bass fishes in south Texas take a siesta every day right bout noon time. An' don't come out the house for nuttin until bout 3pm. "Ya gotta get up earlier Billy Bob".

This morn'n I waked up to nuttin but a sky full of nasty look'n clouds. Now what I gonna do? Well shoot, me an' ol' Barney gonna go to the fish'n tackle buy'n place just up the road a piece. Buy me up some fish'n hooks and stuff like that. Then go get a robust lunch at one the fine eateries in Zapata....yum boy howdy. I ain't ate out since I left Sinton, Texas well over a month ago. Could this be the reason I been los'n more weight...eat'n my own cook'n? Or not eat'n at all? You should see some the stuff I eat....yee haa....nasty stuff. Campbells chicken noodle soup under glass, peanut butter jelly samiches a la mode a cup of milk, baked taters con slabs of butter, with eyes attached burn slap up catch on fire pork chops.....stuff like that.

Ok....things to do.....laters

Blowed up

Ya see, it's like this....when I left the house yesterday morn'n to go to the lake, there was just a tiny itty bitty bit of a breeze blow'n. I got to the lake an' sit there in "that jeep" sip'n up a cup and do some figger out what to do. The wind was com'n up.

Bout the time I had the "bubba boat" half blowed up, it were too late. The wind done "blowed up" my plans. There was white caps on the water, tree limbs flap'n in the breeze. Ain't gonna be a good day for sit'n in a blow up boat catch'n up big ol' bass fishes. Gonna blow to Mexico that what gonna happen.

I slips into my waders.....gonna do some wade fish'n. By this time, the wind was crank'n on at bout 10 to 15 mile a hour, blow'n my fish'n string it the bushes every time I cast. This ain't good. So I goes an' sit in "that jeep" an' eat me up a big ol' pork chop....think'n.....maybe it gonna quit blow'n. Then I went to sleep.....little nap ya know.

I wakes up to no sound. Wind has died down. No white caps on the water. Quick....blow up the "bubba boat". Too late again. By the time I get the boat laid out on the ground an' ready to blow it up....here come the wind again. I give up. Go to "da house". Take another nap.

Now today, I gonna go fish'n, no matter the wind blow'n or not. I gots fish'n fever.

Look like I gonna spend me another week or so here at Falcon Lake.  I been camp lot's of places all over the south and south west and this is one place I have found real comfort. Although I do miss the javelina root'n in the yard and other critters over at the State Park, the County Park is free. And it only a couple three mile from the lake. Don't need no stink'n electricity when ya got solar panels and a gob of batteries. I know that out of 4 golf cart batteries, one of them ain't feel'n so good.  But what the hell, I don't use that much electricity.....so's, I'm good to go.
Then I got to go back to the coast to take care of some yearly business. Nephew Joseph fount me another Jeep to look at to replace this POS "that jeep". Have ya ever totally hated your car? Grrrrrrrr....

Ok....things to do ya know.....laters.

Catch'n bass fish

Well, I been up for two hours and still don't know where I gonna go with the blog this morn'n. I were hop'n yesterdays excursion to the lake would have inspired me to write something funny, but when everything goes to plan, nuttin funny happens.

I was at the lake at 9am with adventure on my mind. You know....fall'n down or something like that. I sits there in "that jeep" for a few minutes sip'n up a cup while watch'n for some fishes to be jump'n out the water. Weren't no more than a little puff of a breeze ever once in a while. Temp sit'n right on 60 degs. Man boy howdy, this is perfect.....'cept'n for the cold temp.

By the time I unloaded an' blow up the "bubba boat", attached the motor mount bracket and motor, throwed in all my fish'n gear an' stuff like that, it were get'n on to 10am. I slips into my waders an' drag "bubba" into the lake....gonna catch me up a 14 pounds bass, that what I gonna do. I had a plan of attack to go out beyond them little tree limb thingys stick'n out the water an' do some troll'n first thing. By now, there was a little breeze blow'n. Did some "drift" fish'n, with the help of the little breeze, when all a sudden I catches up my first fish. Yee Ha.....I are a fisherman. Weren't no big one, maybe pound an' a half, so's I toss him back. I the mean time, that little breeze keep blow'n me up in the bushes where there ain't nuttin but snags and tree fish. Caught a bunch them that for sure.

While mak'n a turn for another run outside them bushes an' tree limbs, I snags what seem like a purty good fish. This is when I found out that a fish will pull a blow up boat all over the lake. Yup, you guessed it, right up into the bushes where my fish'n line get all tangle up.....again. The fish, yup he were a good'un, make one jump and he were gone.....pooof, just like that.

The highlight of the day was when a "BIG" bass fish get in my line. I been catched up some bass in my day, but this one was the biggest I ever see on one my fish poles. Ya see, I were toss'n a lizard up close to them bushes an' I feels this "tic tic" on my fish line. Could this be a fish? Well oh hell yeah it were. My fish pole bend like it were gonna break slap in two....tip down in the water....I were excitis as all git out. Up in the bushes that fish go...tangle up my line round one them tree limbs. He make one final jump, not more than 4 feets from "bubba boat", splash water all over Billy Bob an' he were gone.....yup, poooof, just like that. I got me a good eye view of that fish....mouth bout the size a dinner plate. Well maybe not that big, but not less than 6 inch. I'm just guess'n here ya know, but I would says he was at least 8 pounds or more.
Was a wonderful day of fish'n. Sorry no pics. The boated fish were too small to be photographed an' the bigger fish, they was photo shy....hiding in da bushes ya know.
Ended up with 4 fish in the boat an' 4 in the bushes.


Another trip to the lake is planned for later on this morn'n. With the experience I learned yesterday, I'll have a better perspective of what to expect today. Lesson learned....set the hook on the first "tic tic" an' reel like hell. Weather thingy calls for a bit more wind today as the day progresses.

Ain't no wind.....yee haaa!!!

Yee ha, boy howdy or what ever ya want to call it, there ain't no wind blow'n out there. Now this is the first day in over a couple weeks that the wind ain't been blow'n a gale. Still a little nippy out there (60*) but the old Billy Bob can handle that. Maybe not soak'n wet or neekit, but fully clothed and dry.

Took the scissors to Sadie Mae yesterday. Cut all that long hair slap off....although she look kind of funny now. Ya ever try to "groom" a dog with a pair of dollar scissors? She all hacked up. But what the hell, she don't care. Crazy dog.

Ain't gonna write no stories today. Gotta go make one first. The plan is to go to the lake and catch me up a 14 pounds bass fish in the "bubba boat". That should make a good humorous story. Ya gotta paint yerself a good mental picture of old Billy Bob in a pair of chest waders. Then think of a little 10 foots blow up fish'n boat packed full of fish'n stuff. Put the two together and something funny bound to happen.
God I hope I don't sink an' drown. That would be the pits.

Ok....got things to do....pack up a picnic lunch and enough smokes to last a couple days if I get stranded on some island somewheres. Ya might wanna check back laters and see if'n I made it back alive.

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3+ pm.....
"Yeah boy howdy Billy Bob, you is the fisherman".
This will be very short. Gotta have something to write bout tomorrow morn'n before I head back to the lake an' catch me up another bunch of bass fish. Boated 4, all under 14 pound....something like 1 1/2 to 3 pounds. Lost 3 in da bushes...."shak'n 'em up here boss"....Mr. Cool Hand Luke.
And just to keep ya in suspense....that was the biggest bass fish I ever did see in my life.
Total fish on....8.

The "bubba Boat" performed well....if perform'n well is in circles. Even the slightest breeze would blow me plumb off course.....right up in the bushes. That ain't where I wanna be.





 

Rambl'n on bout nuttin...

Sometimes I get it in my head to just ramble on with what ever I might be think'n at the time. I do that quite often when I'm sit'n out there on "da porch" sip'n a cup an' think'n. Some of it don't make no sense at all, while some my think'n makes all the sense in the world.....to me anyhows it does.

I figger that one the best subjects to talk about is myself. My adventures in this life, my shortfalls, my downfalls, childhood memories, expectations and humorous happen'ns. Not often do I touch on my personal life in respect of "love an' hate" situations. That's for me to hold inside until I decide to share those experiences with others.

Well, I'm gonna share a part of my life this morn'n I would like to forget. Remember WWII? That started right after I was born. Some have accused me of start'n that dreadful war, but it ain't so. My dad an' mom divorced shortly after I was born....dad got custody. To this day I don't know why or how. In 1954, I lived with mom for a very short while. Mom died in 1958, with me know'n her for only one year of my life. Nice lady, but her husband was a bastard.....mean....beat us boys (half brother) with a rubber hose. He climbed right up that tree like a monkey an' yank me slap out that tree. Beat me a good'un too.

Dad joined the Army early 1942 and placed me in a foster care farm with 5 other foster care boys (farm slave labor). I growed up on that farm, from a scream'n little banshee baby boy, to the ripe old age of 8 or 9. I didn't really think much bout family an' stuff like that. I were too busy do'n boy stuff. All I knowed was that I lived on a farm with a bunch of other boys and no mama or daddy. Lots of kids growed up like that in the 40's. I was no exception.

In 1949, my daddy pull up in the driveway and pick me up to take me home. What the hell, this is 1949, war was over in 1945. Where he been for the last 4 freak'n years? Here I am almost a growed man an' he come to take me home? He had remarried and didn't have time for no stink'n kid. This has bothered me most my adult life and I still question the missing 4 years of a child's best years. But that was just the beginning. There was still more of the same to come.

Did I ever tell ya bout the time.....

No comments????

All it takes is "one" person" to mess up a good thing. When I opened my blog this morning, there were 42 comments. If you didn't get up early this morning you missed them. I attempted to remove the offending comments and have ended up with "no" comments. So, my blog may be messed up fer a whiles while I git this thang figger out.  Dang, and I was just start'n to have fun.
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What's on yer mind today?

Dang, I just can't seem to get into it this morn'm. Been up for 3 hour, drinked me up half a pot, read some the blogs, looked at the destress'n news and I still ain't got that other eye ball all the ways open. Now part of that may be from that damn leg cramp what had me jump'm all over "da house" at 2am in the morn'n. The other part from plain ol' everyday think'n, what keep ya wide awake for hours on end. You'ld be surprised what goes through this mind of mine. I could write a book.

I had planned on watering a couple trees out the side "da house" last night, but forgot by the time it got dark. Maybe I'll remember tonight....gray water tank get'n full.

Boy howdy, did ya feel the wind storm we had last night? Even with the stabilizing jacks down, "da house" was rock'n an' roll'n. Sometime tonight the winds are supposed to change a hunnert eighty degrees out of the north. I suppose this is the same storm what been blow'n over there in Arizona an' points east. Temps gonna only drop a few degrees and only last one day. That be ok with the Billy Bob. Been too hot anyhows. Yesterday was 92*. 

Ok....that's all I have on my mind for now......"post 'em up Billy Bob".

Wind and rain...maybe

Well ,well, well, another day in paradise. Yee Ha!!! Well, I wouldn't really call it paradise when the wind blows my lawn chairs all over the yard. And then warnings of thunderstorms for the next 2 or 3 days. This is get'n old.

My wonderful plans for tuesday went in the sewer....glug, glug, glug, just like that. Ya see, I were watch'n the weather forecasts for next week and tuesday was gonna be a perfect day for a fish'n trip out on the lake in the "bubba boat". Done made plans to pack up a nice picnic lunch, can of Spam an' a loaf of bread....spend the whole day at the lake....that what I were gonna do. But now the forecast has changed to thunderstorms and 15 to 20 mile a hour north winds for that day. "Boy howdy Billy Bob, are you sure you want to catch up a 14 pounds bass"?

 Yes sir ree Bob, this gonna be some good eat'n that for sure....after I cooks it for a spell.

See what I was tole ya....that's perfect.


I were sit'n there on "da porch" sip'n up a cup of fresh brew an' the damn flame go out.....pooof, just like that. What the hell now? I'm rekon I'm bout out of propane. Damn stuff just leak out somewheres. Yeah you guessed it, I forgot to turn the valve off at the bottle. But there were enough flame left to almost burn it like I like it. That sure were one good chicken laig.





Sure am I glad I got that ol' chicken leg out the way try'n to get it where I want it in this post. Damn thing jump all over the place. Editing is your friend ya know. Give ya a chance to check spelling of simple everyday words create a sentence what makes a little sense. Some people don't do that ya know an' they end up with a whole page of gibberish....what nobody know what the hell they talk'n bout. I don't do that ya know. Everything I publish is clear an' precise. Well sometimes.

I were sit'n on a little hillside overlook'n a beautiful and peaceful little valley with my childhood sweetheart of many years past, Phyllis was her name. It had been 45 long years since I last seen her. This would be our last. We talked for a while bout what we had done with all those years and how our lives had turned out. I smiled as I looked down at her with a tear in my eye. We watched in silence as the sun was go'n down over her peaceful little valley. As I stood to leave, I looked down at her headstone, said a quiet little "I love you", turned and walked away. Rest in peace Phyllis. Life can be hard at times.

Ok....on with my day. May it be a good'un.
"Do the dishes Billy Bob. Ya got freak'n bugs fly'n all round in the kitchen".

Wild One?.....no not really

Do you know how hard it is to try to go back in time and write a story of your youth? When half your brain cells have taken an "old age" break, the other half don't even remember what day it is? When the day comes that only 25% of my brain cells are still awake, I can look back at this blog and recall what I had long forgotten.

I had to delete a couple comments last night. Not because they questioned the accuracy of my accounts, but due to the use of offensive language. This person questioned the time it took to change the starter on "that jeep" where I had said it took 17 minutes to perform. He's not from Texas, so he doesn't know that Texans live by the old code of the west...."never lie to yer momma"....or to a stranger, to a lover or to the government. I take pride in what I have to say....an' it ain't nuttin but the truth. Ya see, it's like this. Since I had done took that starter off  "that jeep" a couple week ago, I knowed exactly what tools I gonna need and the sequence of removal. The necessary tools was in a little plastic container, so there was no need to crawl up under there to figger out what tools and sizes was necessary. They was right there beside me along with the brand spank'n new starter. Before I climbed under there, I says...."how long this gonna take Billy Bob"? So's I timed myself. Yup....17 minutes exactly. Give or take a few seconds. "Damn Billy Bob, couldn't ya said all that in less words"? 

Now we come to the length of my silly stories. Since I like to write bout "The Adventures of Billy Bob", I like to be as accurate and precise as possible, sometime use'n words I never hear of before. As for be'n a "wild one", I don't think of myself as such.....MsB. Just a normal, half redneck all American boy.

I found many years ago that 2 liner accounts of a story is not only  B  O  R  I  N  G, but leaves the reader lost in the story. Ya got to have some spice. Details. A little humor. Yup, that what the old Billy Bob like....a little humor an' lot's of details.

Today there will be no story. Not 'cause I ain't got none to tell, but ain't got enough brain cells awake yet to recall the events of my life what might be considered interesting read'n.

Well, maybe just one little short one. Ya see, Billy Bob liked to go fish'n. Me and Gerry took off up to the lake in the old '51 Studebaker. We was gonna catch us up some them native trout in the creeks an' streams. We was traips'n through the weeds an' such and I comes up on....yes, a pissed off rattlesnake. Scare hell out me I betcha....that what he did. After I gets over all the scream'n an' back peddl'n, I nodges him with my fish pole to get him to calmly leave the scene. Damn, he done bite my fish pole. I'll just kick him out the way, that what I'll do....then go on down to the stream and catch me up some fish. Nope, he reach out to bite me right on the end my foot. Clamp his fangs down on the toe of my combat/hike'n boot he did. Now I gots a rattlesnake stuck to the end my boot. My toes was all wad up into a little fist inside that boot so there no way I gonna die from no snake bite. So here I am, danc'n round with a snake hang'n on for dear life to the end my boot , a fish'n pole in my hand and there ol' Gerry over there laugh his ass off. So's I swak that snake with my fish pole....Bam, swak him a good 'un. I all shook up ya know. Bout a hunnert time I swak that snake with my fish pole, what is now all broke to hell an' gone. By this time that snake is come loose from my boot an' strik'n at anything what moved. Since I'm all ready danc'n round like a fool, I stomps that poor snake to death. As much as I hate to kill a snake, this one I felt I had no other choice at the time. Plus he scare the hell out me. God rest his soul.

Yup....wind is blow'n up a gale again today. Camp chairs blowed all over the yard. Ain't gonna be much done outside that for sure.

Did I ever tell ya bout the time......

Foot in pocket.....stupit stuff

Ok......where to start? I rekon the first thing to do would be to crawl through all the mud, dirt an' grime up under "that jeep" and change the starter. Although it's still working after yesterdays episode of almost stranding me at the lake. It's not know'n how hard to "wack" a starter, but know'n where to "wack" it. It' not a hard job to change the starter, but it sure is a dirty one. I suppose this mean old Billy Bob is gonna have to take another shower this week.

Have ya ever turn the tv off, turn the cell phone off, grab a cup of coffee an' go outside, find a nice quiet secluded spot to sit and ponder? Just let your mind wander anywheres it want to go? That what I do quite often.

I were do'n that last night an' I got to think'n bout how people are different. What they done with their lives. How they progressed into what they are today. How old Billy Bob got to where he is today, and still be alive could be on the best seller list for "The Idiots Guide to Survival". I ain't talk'n bout liv'n out in the woods and surviv'n the elements an' stuff like that. I'm talk'n bout still being alive with all the "stupit" things I done in my lifetime. "Hey watch this". "I'm gonna turn this old car over". "Git out the way...move....git out my way, I'm com'n through". "Holy shit, I'm fall'n out this tree". I fell lots of times under different circumstances, so I know what I'm talk'n bout when I say "Holy Shiiiit". Yes Billy Bob, you did some stupit stuff.

"Git the damn dog back in the boat". Ya see, we loaded up the dog in the boat and head off across the lake. Well, the dog didn't want in the boat, no way, shape or form. So we headed in close to shore an' push him out....think'n he would go lay up under the truck. What he didn't. He followed us, legs a flap'n, till he was wored slap out....gonna drown I betcha. Now we gotta get this damn hunnert pounds dog back it the boat an' he don't want back in the boat. I gets out the boat to hoist him up, but the damn dog sticks his hind foot in my pocket....now we are one together. I sinks. Dog sinks. Foot still in pocket. So Gerry jump in the water. Now we have 3 people in the water and the damn boat is drift'n away. By this time, we have drawed a crowd of onlookers....all cheer'n us on.....while I'm still try'n to get that damn dogs foot out my pocket. Needless to say, I survived, Gerry survived and that hunnert pounds dog survived.

Did I ever tell ya bout the time....it were back in bout 1958....I went camp'n. Sleep on the ground an' stuff. Here come this big ol' rattlesnake crawl'n cross ground into my camp....like he gonna make camp with Billy Bob. I don't think so, not on your life. So's I takes this stick an' start pok'n it at him, teas'n an stuff like that. I ain't skeered no snakes ya know. This just piss him off. He coil up gingl'n his rattles and hiss's stuff at me. Well, I ain't gonna have none that, so's I starts hiss'n right back at him. Can you believe he try to bite me a few times? I keep pok'n at him till he finally have enough and he was head for the bushes. Nope, you ain't get'n off that easy....I reaches down an grab his tail and fling him right back in camp. Well yeah I let loose his tail....I ain't that stupit ya know. This went on for bout five minute and that ol' snake just flat give up....lay there on the ground like he was dead or something. Play'n possum that what he was do'n. I turn to walk away an' take one last look. That rattlesnake was gone....poooof, just like that. No snakes were harmed or injured in the writing of this story.

Remember all them chores I was talk'n bout yesterday? Well, I didn't make it past that comfortable couch. Who would have ever figgered that?

Ok....got things to do.....replace a starter ya know.

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Well, that didn't take long. How bout 17 minutes flat to pull and replace a starter?
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Now that I got all that done an' did, the wind blow'n up a gale, "what ya gonna do now Billy Bob"?

Snake bit....

Old Billy Bob has stepped in many traps in his day, but he has also set many traps of his own. Yesterdays post was one such trap....and I catched up a weasel.

On with the day. You guessed it, there ain't no wind blow'n again this morn'n. Just like yesterday morn'n. Mother Nature is trying my patience by start'n off with a perfect day and bout the time I get all fire up to head off to the lake, she throws a monkey wrench in my fire. Ok....look'n at this weeks weather forecast, I can expect 18 mile a hour wind "again" this afternoon and the same for the next 4 or 5 days. And then.....a week of beautiful weather with winds in the single digits. I can live with that. But what to do in the mean time?

It's been suggested that I "give up and move to a retirement home". Well, I gave that much thought and the idea gives me shiver bumps all over. As long as I can still swak a golf ball 200 yards, cast a fish'n plug in a 5 gallon bucket bout a hunnert feets away, have the energy to blow up a "bubba boat" (not often), and git out of bed every morn'n with a whole new outlook on life, I think I will just continue to traipse around the country "do'n my thang". Sure I have a few health issues that weren't there before. And a few problems what come my way ever now an' then, but not to the point that I would give up.

Ok.....here's the plan. Since the wind ain't blow'n yet....although the fish ain't been bit'n in the morn'ns.....I'm off to the lake. Me an' Sadie Mae.
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What the hell is this? Good eat'n?

11:45.....or there 'bouts
Is all I can manage to do is make silly mistakes? Ya see, I was at the local fish'n hole right at bout 8:30. The wind was blow'n over there, but it weren't blow'n at "da house". I had done figgered I would have time to blow up the "bubba boat" an' go out on the lake, but was too late....wind blow'n a hunnert mile a hour. So's I break out the waders an' walks out there where them bass fish live. I casted an' casted up under bushes, out in the open seas....I casted everwheres. Nobody was home. Probably out in the middle of the lake grocery shopp'n or hav'n a birthday party for one their fish puppys. That what ya call a young fish what ain't learn to walk yet.

But I ain't done yet. I was sit'n in "that jeep" an' decides it was time I gonna go home. Turns the key an' "click" or plunk, or what ever ya wanna call it. "I tole ya Billy Bob to change the starter last week". I were get'n all prepared for crawl'n up under that thing and yank'n that starter clean out, throw it out in the lake an' put the new one in. But 'fore I do that....knock the hell out it with a hammer. What I did. Sparks fly ever which way every time I swak it. Get back in an' turn the key....start right up....I'm good to go. See....I can fix stuff.

Rekon I gonna do some house clean'n now.....maybe. Dishes, vacuum, take the trash out, wash some winders....stuff like that. But that depends on if'n I can stay clear that comfortable couch over there. You know what I'm talk'n bout....nap time.

Short post....

The wheels of time goes on and the grinding of bones continues. Yeah I think that pretty much describes ach'n bones an' sore muscles. That's the way I see it anyhows. Everybody scream'n "ya gotta get exercise....walk, walk, walk". Well, if'n I can be this sore from just sit'n on my ass "do'n nuttin", can you imagine how I would feel if'n I was to take a walk? Damn, forget that.

Ok, what the deal with get'n up a hour before you can see outside. What can ya see in the dark? Nutt'n, that's what. But I did it anyhows. Now that I have screwed up my entire day by get'n up too early, I have to reschedule everything I had planned for the day. What weren't very much to start with. Nuttin excit'n anyhows.

Ok, I have two problems what need some 'splain'n this morn'n. I ain't got the answers. How the hell do you determine if a AGM battery is good or not? Ok, somebody is gonna say to break out a hydrometer. Well no....that won't work. This battery is completely sealed....turn it upside down if'n ya want to. Ya see, when Bro in law give me this battery, he say it brand spank'n new....just need a charge. Well, the damn thing won't take a charge. Why???

The other thing is the "tow in" on "that jeep". Yeah, I'm still work'n on "that jeep" Ya see, when I goes down the road, "that jeep" go anywhere it want to go, not where I'm aim'n at. An' then if'n I happen to hit a "chug hole" or maybe a concrete block, the front end get all nervous an' start jump'n back an' forth....some call that shimmy. I call it "scare the hell out me". Now before y'all make a determination on what wrong, ya got remember I removed the rear sway bar 'cause it were in the way of the "long arm" suspension some fool had installed. Note to readers.....two alignment shops flat refused to attempt to align the front end.  Not long ago I removed the 4 inches lift kit, and adjusted the tow in....go down the road straight like a arrow. Yesterday I break out my trusty tape measure and "what the hell", got 1/2 inches tow in. That ain't right. How that happen? This is "that jeep" from hell, so maybe these little things is expected. "Break out the tools Billy Bob".

Remember yesterday morn'n I was tell'n ya there weren't no wind? Well, there weren't any till I load up "that jeep" with all the necessary items to go to the lake to blow up an' launch the "bubba boat". Then it start blow'n a gale....big ol' waves an' stuff....scare hell out them fish. Well, this morn'n there ain't no wind.

I promised myself that todays post would be a short one. So......that's all folks. Maybe.....

Blast from the past....

Sometimes somebody will mention either a place or a name an'n old Billy Bob goe into "think'n" mode.....'member stuff from the past. Well that what happen last night, right here on Billy Bob's Place. Riverhauler made a comment bout me swin'n and Lake Isabella. He also disputed that a Corvair engine can run 8,000 rpm's. But that ain't the subject for right now.

I know that somewheres in my blogs I had mentioned that I lived on Lake Isabella, worked at Lake Isabelle and played in the water at Lake Isabella. I were but a mere teenager back in them days.....late 50's. Bought me up a little speed boat called "'Lil'Flip". 12 foots hydroplane with a 40 hp, slightly modified Mercury outboard on it. Go a hunnert mile a hour if'n I want to. In the 50's, we modified everything what had to do with a motor. Factory weren't good enough....had to put the "backyard" touch to it.

Lake Isabella is where I learn how to water ski. Girls like that kind of stuff ya know. And no, I had still not learned how to swim. Why I didn't float I don't know. I just sinked.....poooof, just like that. My first attempt to go scoot'n across the water on a set of skis was only to be dragged to the bottom....weeds an' stuff down there, big ol' rocks. Didn't take me long after spit'n sand an' weeds out my mouth that I figger out to let go the rope. I learn to ski that day, although embarrassed by the continual laughter and hee haws. 'Specially from the girls I were try'n to impress. "Yee Haa, here comes Billy Bob, go'n a hunnert mile a hour....he gonna crash". Never did learn how to ski on one ski. Every time I try to drop one ski and cruise past them cute girls on the beach, I were sink'n again. Busted a ear drum do'n that stuff an' ain't been on skis since. That why I says "huh" a lot.

It was in the Navy when I finally learn how to swim. No not in basic training. It were out there where it was either swim or drown. A little island in the Mediterranean Sea called Malta. Me and my buddy took off walk'n....he says, "lets go to the other side the cove". I can't swim I tell him. "I'll help ya". Yeah right he'll help me. Left me out there in the middle that cove....that what he did. An' I sinked, that what I did. Then I sinked again....all the while arms flap'n, me scream'n obsinities....."git me out of here". Finally make it to shore wored slap out, gonna beat buddy's ass.....soon I rest up a bit an' git this water out my lungs.
First thing I do when I was climb out the water, I step on a freak'n sea urchin sit'n there in the rocks....one them little spiny sea creatures. Took a week to dig them spines out my foot. But I can swim now.

Went off to the lake yesterday....gonna catch me up a 14 pounds bass. I didn't catch up nuttin. Was windy again so no "bubba boat" in the water. Today there ain't no wind....yet. And there also ain't no sunshine.

Ok, back to the little Corvair engine and 8,000 rpm's. I don't care what engine you got, modified or not, but when you open that throttle wide open, ain't got no load on it, that sucker gonna turn 8,000 rpm's rather you like it or not. Most times it gonna blow slap to pieces before you shut 'er down. The only case of not achieving this high rate of revolutions is call "valve float". This is when the exhaust and intake valves remain in the open position, no longer creating suction of fuel and air through the wide open carburetor. If'n ya ain't never experienced floating valves, ya ain't never experienced liv'n on the edge. It will scare ya....sound like a hunnert Singer sew machines on steroids. The Corvair issue is now closed.

Fish on.....

Well here it is another one them yukky look'n days. Nothing like yesterday where the sun come out and warm things up. In fact it got so warm I had to take my long sleeve off before noon.

Ha.....some folks think they know all bout motors an car stuff. But they don't. Rookies, that what I says. Ya see, when Corvair come out with their little flat 6 opposing cylinders air cooled engine, it weren't intended to be no rac'n engine. But low an' behold, some backyard rec'n enthusiast clowns start tinker'n an' modified them to produce humongous horsepower and torque, turn way up in the 250 hp range an' 8,000 rpm ....and not blow to smithereens as some may think. When ya got a Corvair Spider with a supercharged engine sit'n there out in the yard, what ya knocked all the winders out of with a ball peen hammer, ya got to do something with the still perfectly good motor. Ya put it in a 24 foots boat....that what ya do with it. Sucker go a hunnert mile a hour. So yes, a Corvair engine will turn 8,000 rpm rather ya like it or not. But it scare the hell out ya when it do.

Load up "that jeep", me an' Sadie Mae and head off to the lake yesterday right bout 1 a clock. Damn, the road is under water where I were park'n a week or so ago.

 Lake is com'n up maybe a foot a week from the way I figgers it. I were sit'n there watch this boat over there by them old bush stickups an' damn, they catch'n fish. Thought real serious bout put'n "bubba boat" in the water, but the wind was com'n up....again.
While I were sit'n there, these two fellers wade out there an' on the first cast I holler at 'em...."not there....over there by the bushes". On the second cast I just shakes my head. He done cast the same place. He don't no nuttin bout fish'n.
BAAZAAAAMMM, just like that, he catch up this big ol' fish. Who would'a thought there was a fish where he was cast'n? Bout 6 or 7 pound I would say. But then, a fisherguy like me always see the fish bigger than what it really is. Then he kilt it.

Maybe I do that today if'n the sun decide to come out. I got them brand spank'n new waders what come all the way up to my neck, so I ain't gonna get all wet an' catch me up some kind of deathly peemoania or something like that. Damn....I git'n all excitis.

Flat chunk that beef stew soup out in the tall grass this morn'n. Done ate up all that stuff I could handle. Maybe the critters will appreciate it more than I did. Note to self.....'don't make a hunnert gallon next time'. Sheesh, ain't nobody can eat that much soup.

Ok...I got things to do....laters 

Up on the roof....

Ya see, it was like this. The other day when the wind was blow'n a hunnert mile a hour, the crank up vent in the kitchen flew wide open.....poooof, just like that. And it stayed open 'cause there ain't no way I gonna be climb'n on the roof in no hunnert mile a hour wind. So I just left it that way. Well, last night I was lay'n there in bed an' I hears some explosions. Since it was Saturday night, I just figgered there was a party across the border in Mexico. Well it weren't. It were lightning an' thunder. I says to myself...."da kitchen floor gonna get all wet". Yup, you guessed it, old Billy Bob was on top of "da house" at 1 oclock with a piece of bail'n wire. See I tole you, old Billy Bob can fix anything. Duct tape, WD-40 and bail'n wire....fix anything what moves and anything what ain't supposed to move.

I already tole ya bout the boat I put a Corvair engine in it, but did I ever tell ya bout driv'n nails in the clutch to get back to the dock? Ya see, behind that Corvair engine was a 4 speed truck transmission an' behind that was a shaft and propeller. Ya might say kind of "redneck" rigged. Then ya might ask why I had nails in da boat. Well, ya never know when ya gonna need a nail. Anyhows, we was out on "sea trials" Just mak'n sure everything was tip top shape. That when the clutch start slip'n.....shaft and propeller quit turn'n while the engin is scream'n 8,000 rpm's. An' we 2 mile from land....out in the gulf. No food. No water. No life jackets. No nuttin but a hand full of nails and a hammer. With the type of "redneck" installation of the motor and transmission, the clutch was exposed. Well shoot, drive some nails in the clutch. That what we did and in no time flat we was crash'n into the dock. Ya I did....crash slap into the dock.....broke stuff.

Today may be the last day of the blizzard what blowed through south Texas a few days ago. I got me a bad case of "git out the house" from all this sit'n round all cramp up like this. Might just run over to the lake an look around. Still too cold to attempt to launch the "bubba boat". Probably chicken out anyhows. Ya see, the older ya get, the more ya worry bout ya gonna drown. Weren't like that when I were younger. I see that swim pool, take off in a dead run and jump slap in it. Oh crap, I can't swim. Almost drown my ass out there slap'n my arms an' legs like a fool. "Call the Coast Guard.....anybody. Git me out here". 

Was think'n bout go'n up the road a piece, but figgered I'm better off right where I am till this crazy weather decides what it gonna do. Ain't got no where in particular to go and ain't in no hurry to get there. That one the things I like bout be'n retired and liv' in a "shak on wheels". Just go when ya get the urge to go an' don't never look back.

Ok....I got things to do.....laters.

A beautiful cloudy, wet, nasty cold day

Well I want you lookie here. There ain't a breath of wind blow'n outside. But then there ain't no sunshine neither. An' it drizzzl'n rain. And it's freak'n cold out there. 48 degrees.

Rolled out of the sack right at 6:30 this morn'n think'n I might take a run over to the lake an' catch me up that 14 pounder bass fish. This is the first day in over a week that the wind ain't been blow'n a gale. You know, "bubba boat" an' Billy Bob blow in for a visit to Mexico. But.....read above....it's freak'n cold out there.

It was a absolute necessity to remain in "da house" yesterday. Had the Mr. Heater crank up all day long. Never get over 55 deg all day long. Was miserable. Sadie Mae didn't even want to go outside to do her business. Gonna have to take the scissors to her matted up hair. Got me a pair them Walmart clippers, but they don't cut her hair worth a poop. Fact, the don't cut hair at all. Junk!!!

So, I decides to brew up that small pot of beef stew soup. Did I say small? That was my intention to begin with, but by the time I put all that stuff in it, I have a large pot of beef stew soup. Purty good tastn' stuff even if I do say so myself. Now how the hell am I gonna eat 2 gallon of this wonderful brew? 

Got over my sick,,,,gonna throw the rest that chicken out in the yard. Ain't eat'n no more that stuff for sure. But I did eat all them donuts. Scrape all the "gritty" chocolate off them. But they still had just a hint of pork chops in them. "Billy Bob, you eat some weird stuff".

Had to put the battery charger on the house batteries this morning. Damn, they was almost dead with no sunshine for the last few days. Still think'n the batteries is bout to go to the dumpster an' get me some new ones. That ain't no problem. Problem is....part'n with $400 plus just to run a bunch of lights at night and run this computer all day long.

Speak'n of light bulbs, have ya put in your order for the new $50 each "Obama"  bulbs? Save ya $100 in 10 years. What a deal huh?

Hot damn, it's cold........

Must of been the chicken. But then it could have been the donuts. Or maybe the "border" taters. They do stuff different here on the border of Mexico. Let me back up here for a second. Yesterday the old Billy Bob were sick like a dog. Had to be something I ate. Even though it was a very nice day to go do something, I weren't get'n far from a outhouse. An' a good thing too.

Now bout that chicken. Everybody likes fried chicken....right? It sure look good with all that crispy crust. But....it weren't Churches or Mr. Sanders Kentucky fried chicken. It were nasty....all stringy, dry, an' taste like fried rooster. Being this close to the border, there ain't no tell'n what this chicken was eat'n 'fore they put it to some awful death, pull all his feathers out an' cut him into little pieces to serve to the general public.

And them donuts. My God, them were some beautiful donuts if I ever did see some beautiful donuts. They was all puff up big an' round, covered with a thick layer of chocolate. Uh huh, I mean to tell ya. First bite tole me real quick like, these donuts weren't made in the good ol' USA. Smuggled 'cross the border I betcha. The chocolate was all gritty like the desert sands of the west. I'm think'n these beautiful donuts was fried in lard, pig fat. Reason I say that, they taste like pork chops.

All in all, yesterday sucked. Was hot....weather thingy says 95 in mid afternoon. Couldn't get a good nap 'cause of the flies land'n on my nose. Was weak all day. Dizzy spells every time I get up to do something. Fix that real quick by "do'n nuttin". Sit outside, gonna grill me up a big ol' bake tater and a steak for supper. End up eat'n a bowl of Fruit Loops.

Bout 10:30 last night, the wind change direction. Well shoot, I already knowed that was gonna happen. Weather thingy ya know. By midnight, it were blow'n a gale an' blow that way for the rest of the night. "Sally da house" shak'n in her boots. Waked up this morn'n all wrap up in my covers....it were cold in here.....wind still blow'n 30 mile a hour. It's 45 degs outside and not much more inside. Good thing I didn't put the Mr. Heater in the basement. Got that thing crank'n full bore.....18,000 btu's.

"Now what ya gonna do Billy Bob"? What ever it is, I hope it's productive.

Another windy day

Attempting to write about daily experiences is not an easy task. Especially when you don't "do nuttin". What may seem interesting enough to write about to you, may strike the reader as boring and just plain nonsense.

This morn'n I waked up to the same wind what blowed all night long. I ain't talk'n no little breeze when I say wind, I'm talk'n wind. Now the sky is all full of nasty look'n clouds. Suppose this means it might rain here in a bit. But I been in rain before ya know. Just don't like it none. Rain is for farmers an' I ain't no farmer. Although I growed me a mater plant in one them upside down planter thingys a while back. That the one my neighbor "murdered" by pour'n bleach in it. It were purty too.....had all them little green maters on it bout the size a quarter. Desert winds in Deming didn't help it none neither.

I been accuse a couple time in my life of being a drunk, alcoholic, teetotaler....or something like that. I says "what make ya think that"? "Ya look like a whiskey drinker, that's what". Well I ain't. Ain't touch a drop in 25 plus years....and then it was only a couple beer now an' then. Just enough to wobble round a little an' say silly stuff. Like the time I was sit'n in a bar an' I says to this big burley Bandito motorcycle club feller...."Oh it's tinker bell". That were 'cause he had a little bell tied to his great big motorcycle boot. I made a dangerous move by say'n that, but it was funny as hell. Damn he get all bend out of shape.....got all red face, fists wad up like sledge hammers an' stuff like that. Yeah he did.

Think I'm gonna sit back for a while. Watch the wind blow, eat me up a couple them "smoked" donuts....see what the rest of the day has in store for me. 

Maybe it's fixed.....

Boy howdy!!! I looks at yesterdays comments and "what the hell"....there's 3 posts to my blog. So this morn'n before most ya got up, I did some post test'n and editing using both Firefox and Chrome. The results are as follows....Chrome sucks. The reason I say this is 'cause when I edit my post using Chrome, it adds a second post....then a third. Every freak'n time I edit.
Jim had suggested I change....actually edit the HTML, to correct the problem, but I already been there done that. Thank's Jim for the time you spent try'n to help the old Billy Bob. I guess I should have called on old Ben to fix the problem. He always helps me in these kind of situations.

I just had to finish that book last night. Boy howdy...it were excit'n. But yesterday weren't so excit'n. With the wind blow'n up a storm for the third day in a row, I sit inside most the day feel'n sorry for myself. I could have breaked out the vacuum cleaner and do the carpets, but they gonna get all clog up with dirt and sand again.....so what the hell. Or I could have broke out some winder clean'n supplies and wash all the winders. But I can see out them, so that can wait too. That old sink water, with a thick scum on top, it could go "water a tree" 'cause it sure do stinks....but that can wait too. "Dang Billy Bob, ain't ya gonna do nuttin"?

Milk is sour. Bread is get'n hard. Out of Spam. Coffee get'n low. Got two eggs left. Taters all got "eyes". May be a good day to go to the store. Just down the road a piece ya know.

Have ya ever just sit back an' relax, be content an' all that stuff? Well that what old Billy Bob is do'n. When I pull into this "free" camp'n place, I figgered I would have all kinds of visitors, big semi's go'n down the highway, trains blow'n their horns, Border Patrol chasn'n bad guys.....stuff like that. But it ain't like that. Not quite peaceful as I would like, but comfortable and relax'n. An' ya can't beat the price.

I were sit'n out there on "da porch" sip'n a cup.....do'n some think'n an' I hears what I was think'n was a cat get'n eat up by a coyote or something like that. God awful sound. Here comes a lady down the road, arms talk'n, head rared back, sing'n to the world. What she was sing'n, I have no idea, but damn....that girl need some kind of help. Kind of skeered me.....if'n ya know what I mean.
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1pm.....or there bouts.
Well, me an' Sadie Mae loaded up "that jeep" and took off for the grocery store in Roma, Texas. Weren't a long trip, but with the road construction, it were a 45 mile a hour trip....dodg'n chug holes, yeller barrels, bulldozers, tractors an' stuff like that.

This is a meat market. Ya ain't gonna find one these in no Walmart, so I were pleased to look at meat. They had some great big ol' T-bone steaks what was holler'n "buy me". But I didn't since there ain't no room in the freezer. Sides that, I got bout 6 steaks I gotta eat 'fore they turn green. You do know that ya can scrape that green off and they still taste purty good. I did buy a chunk of beef to make me up some beef stew soup. But I got to freeze it since I bought a bucket of chicken to eat first. Damn, that gonna take 4 days.

See that big field over there cross the road? That where old Billy Bob lives. That white thing in the middle of the pic is "Sally da house". Just sit'n out there in amungst all them little trees.

I let Sadie Mae out this morn'n with out her rope wrap round her neck. What did she do? Took off, that what she do. Had to jump in "that jeep" an' go pick her up. She were out there in the road huff'n an' puff'n headed to Mexico. Crazy dog.

"Fire Billy Bob, the bag of donuts is on fire". Sheesh, now what? Ya see, by accident I left a burner on low this morn'n when I cook me up some oatmeal. Forgot to turn the thing off. Well, when I get back from the store, I eat me up one them donuts. Put the bag up on the stove an' start eat eat me a piece that chicken. Don't guess I need to say no more.

Saved the donuts before they catched on fire, but most the chocolate is gone....pooof, just like that.


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Good day?...some are, some ain't

There's an old say'n what been go'n round for the last few hunnert years. In fact, lots if them been go'n round. But they all mean the same thing. "I woke up on the green side of the grass", "I woke up alive", "I'm breath'g ain't I?". All have to do with death, or in most cases, if you can quote an old say'n, still alive. But just being alive don't make wak'n up a good day. It takes some effort on your part in order make the proclamation you had a good day. Chances are that I may have a good day since I got the first part right.....wak'n up.

Yesterday morn'n I were sit'n there on the couch sip'n a cup and think'n. It was still dark outside. I hear something. What the hell....it's a freak'n rooster. Now you would think boondock'n out in the middle of a big ol' field, you ain't gonna hear no rooster crow'n. Ya ain't gonna hear nuttin. But sure enough, there it was....a rooster crow'n his lungs out wak'n everybody up for miles an' miles.

It were windy again yesterday and accord'n to the local weather forecast thingy, it gonna be windy today too. All the way up till thursday. That means "no fish'n". That reminds me of when Gerry an' me would load up the old '51 Studebaker an' head for the lake....do some stream fish'n along the way. Back then, there weren't no "no fish'n" an' "no trespass'n" signs. Ya just drove into some farm, park along the road an' go fish'n in the creek. Sign people make big bucks sell'n them signs now days. Ya see 'em everywheres. On telephone poles, trees, fence posts an' hang'n on barb wire.

Last night I had a rude awaken'n. I weren't really sleep'n but I were engrossed in a book bout a feller sav'n a damsel in distress. Put a hurt'n on them fellers what was steal'n young wimmins an' sell'n them. Anyhows....I see light out there in the dark. There a pick up truck out there mak'n the rounds. Shin'n a light in campsites. Mine included. I turn on my porch light and that truck just disappear....pooof, just like that. My first thought was Border Patrol, but they don't drive black trucks. I rekon I could have lock all my doors, pull the shades closed an' sit there shak'n in my underdrawers, but old Billy Bob, he ain't skeered nuttin. I load up my little shotgun an' finish my story.

Sure would like to go fish'n. Some people don't like fish'n ya know. Or they don't understand what it means to catch up a big ol' fish. Oh well, to each his own. I would rather go fish'n than to sit down to a breakfast of fresh baked biscuits and sausage gravy. Boy howdy, that sound good don't it?

On with my day. May it be a good'un.

Well I'm be darned. Just check my blog......yup, double post again. It got to be this Chrome thingy browser. Although yesterday it were OK. Back to Firefox....good bye Chrome.

Good day?...some are, some ain't

There's an old say'n what been go'n round for the last few hunnert years. In fact, lots if them been go'n round. But they all mean the same thing. "I woke up on the green side of the grass", "I woke up alive", "I'm breath'g ain't I?". All have to do with death, or in most cases, if you can quote an old say'n, still alive. But just being alive don't make wak'n up a good day. It takes some effort on your part in order make the proclamation you had a good day. Chances are that I may have a good day since I got the first part right.....wak'n up.

Yesterday morn'n I were sit'n there on the couch sip'n a cup and think'n. It was still dark outside. I hear something. What the hell....it's a freak'n rooster. Now you would think boondock'n out in the middle of a big ol' field, you ain't gonna hear no rooster crow'n. Ya ain't gonna hear nuttin. But sure enough, there it was....a rooster crow'n his lungs out wak'n everybody up for miles an' miles.

It were windy again yesterday and accord'n to the local weather forecast thingy, it gonna be windy today too. All the way up till thursday. That means "no fish'n". That reminds me of when Gerry an' me would load up the old '51 Studebaker an' head for the lake....do some stream fish'n along the way. Back then, there weren't no "no fish'n" an' "no trespass'n" signs. Ya just drove into some farm, park along the road an' go fish'n in the creek. Sign people make big bucks sell'n them signs now days. Ya see 'em everywheres. On telephone poles, trees, fence posts an' hang'n on barb wire.

Last night I had a rude awaken'n. I weren't really sleep'n but I were engrossed in a book bout a feller sav'n a damsel in distress. Put a hurt'n on them fellers what was steal'n young wimmins an' sell'n them. Anyhows....I see light out there in the dark. There a pick up truck out there mak'n the rounds. Shin'n a light in campsites. Mine included. I turn on my porch light and that truck just disappear....pooof, just like that. My first thought was Border Patrol, but they don't drive black trucks. I rekon I could have lock all my doors, pull the shades closed an' sit there shak'n in my underdrawers, but old Billy Bob, he ain't skeered nuttin. I load up my little shotgun an' finish my story.

Sure would like to go fish'n. Some people don't like fish'n ya know. Or they don't understand what it means to catch up a big ol' fish. Oh well, to each his own. I would rather go fish'n than to sit down to a breakfast of fresh baked biscuits and sausage gravy. Boy howdy, that sound good don't it?

On with my day. May it be a good'un.

Good day?...some are, some ain't

There's an old say'n what been go'n round for the last few hunnert years. In fact, lots if them been go'n round. But they all mean the same thing. "I woke up on the green side of the grass", "I woke up alive", "I'm breath'g ain't I?". All have to do with death, or in most cases, if you can quote an old say'n, still alive. But just being alive don't make wak'n up a good day. It takes some effort on your part in order make the proclamation you had a good day. Chances are that I may have a good day since I got the first part right.....wak'n up.

Yesterday morn'n I were sit'n there on the couch sip'n a cup and think'n. It was still dark outside. I hear something. What the hell....it's a freak'n rooster. Now you would think boondock'n out in the middle of a big ol' field, you ain't gonna hear no rooster crow'n. Ya ain't gonna hear nuttin. But sure enough, there it was....a rooster crow'n his lungs out wak'n everybody up for miles an' miles.

It were windy again yesterday and accord'n to the local weather forecast thingy, it gonna be windy today too. All the way up till thursday. That means "no fish'n". That reminds me of when Gerry an' me would load up the old '51 Studebaker an' head for the lake....do some stream fish'n along the way. Back then, there weren't no "no fish'n" an' "no trespass'n" signs. Ya just drove into some farm, park along the road an' go fish'n in the creek. Sign people make big bucks sell'n them signs now days. Ya see 'em everywheres. On telephone poles, trees, fence posts an' hang'n on barb wire. Kind of remind me of a feller I know what even puts up signs for the critters to "keep out".

Last night I had a rude awaken'n. I were really sleep'n but engrossed in a book bout a feller sav'n a damsel in distress. Put a hurt'n on them fellers what was steal'n young wimmins an' sell'n them. Anyhows....I see light out there in the dark. There a pick up mak'n the rounds. Shin'n a light in campsites. Mine included. I turn on my porch light and that truck just disappear....pooof, just like that. My first thought was Border Patrol, but they don't drive black trucks. I rekon I could have lock all my doors, pull the shades closed an' sit there shak'n in my underdrawers, but old Billy Bob, he ain't skeered nuttin. I load up my little shotgun an' finish my story.

Sure would like to go fish'n. Some people don't like fish'n ya know. Or they don't understand what it means to catch up a big ol' fish. Oh well, to each his own. I would rather go fish'n than to sit down to a breakfast of fresh baked biscuits and sausage gravy. Boy howdy, that sound good don't it?

On with my day. May it be a good'un.

Cold again????

Boy howdy let me tell ya, I were think'n I were in Alaska or some place like that.....it were dad gum cold this morn'n. Had my one little blanket all wrap round me, shiver'n like a skeered rabOk, it weren't cold enough for snow or to freeze to death, but 39 degs is cold, no matter how ya look at it. Now how comes the weather forecast thingy didn't tell me bout it. All it said was wind for the day and there ain't hardly a breeze out there.

This post is being made using Google Chrome. If'n ya remember, old Billy Bob was hav'n two posts in one the other day. Yesterdays post was made with Firefox....no two posts. But.....when the two post glitch started was the day I put the new header pic up. Now what could I have done wrong? Well maybe it was I didn't hit the save button before I exited dashboard. We'll see what happen with today's post.

Just talk to "pesky neighbor Wayne. He do'n good. Walk'n all over the place without his walker....on wobbly legs. May be able to drive in another month. Yee Haa for Wayne.

Ok....got to run down to Brians camp....see if'n he survived the cold last night.

Good grief Charlie Brown...

"Good grief" is bout the only words I can think of to describe this morn'ns weather. Ya see, I got up at 4am. There's a couple reason I got up at 4am. The first being, I had to pee....really bad. Second reason was, I weren't sleepy no more 'cause I went to bed at 9pm last night. And the the third reason was just in case Brian come by at 6am with his brand spank'n new bass fish'n boat. I would have me some coffee all brewed up and be ready to go catch me up some fish.....that was the idea anyhows. But I failed to observe the weather forecast for the weekend.....winds 20mph gust'n to a hunnert. There goes that 14 pounds bass I were gonna catch.

This bit of news may not be of interest to some ya, but yesterday there was a "shoot out" between the Border Patrol and drug smugglers shoot'n bullets cross the Rio Grande river at each other. Apparently no one was hurt in the shoot'n. But the reason I mention this is that this occurred less than 15 mile from "da house"....little town called Roma, Texas. Now old Billy Bob ain't skeered or nuttin like that, if'n that what ya think'n. I been shot at before by an old prospector out in California when we sneaked up on his camp. Crazy old coot!!!

Yesterday afternoon I were sit'n out there sip'n a cup an' enjoy'n a beautiful day. Up walks a total stranger. Guitar slung cross his back an' a glass full of "Jack"....or something like that in his hand. Stumble round a bit before he plop down in a chair an' commence to tell me he were the best musician in south Texas. After he plunk them strings and bellered out "On the road again", I had my doubts bout his musical abilities. Didn't sound nuttin like Willie Nelson, or in fact, anybody I know. After this brief encounter with the bestest musician in south Texas, I have decided I would be locking my door any time I leave camp....just so in case he falls down the steps tot'n my stuff out, he don't get hurt.

FIRE...we got a fire....

Ya see, it's like this....yesterday I were sit'n out there on "da porch", not really a porch ya know, but you know what I'm talk'n bout.....when I get's this grand idea. Grill up that slab of pork ribs.

All were go'n just great. Had the grill set on bout 275 deg, ribs all season up with some cheap BBQ sause an' I were sit'n back enjoy'n a fresh cup of coffee. Then the wind kick up a notch so's I crank up the temp on the ribs....a notch.
YIKES....we got fire, break out the water hose.

Now I mean to tell ya, the underside them ribs is crisp....like a log on fire. So's I break out some tools, hammers and cheisels  and chip off all that burn stuff. Make them ribs look like brand spank'n new. Made me up some tater salad, but when I went look'n for pickles, there weren't none. Only a pickle jar full of jalepenos. "What ya think Billy Bob...jalepeno tater salad"?? After much debate it was decided to leave the jalepenos in the jar.

Was a fine eat'n meal even if'n I do say so myself.

Remember that big ol' flag what I fount in the dumpster bout 8 months ago? I were look'n at my new camp with all the trees and ...walla, mounted that flag.

Now that's what I'm talk'n bout. Big ol' sucker ain't it?

Things ain't look'n too good. Minnesota Mike is leav'n tomorrow for Florida and that Brian feller ain't showed up to take me fish'n in his brand spank'n new bass fish'n boat. Talk to another feller last night camped right next to me....with his hi dollar bass fish'n boat. He catch'ed up a 11 pounds 12 ounce bass. And the fish'n is "off" with the last cold snap we had. Them "lady" bass ought to be mov'n into shallow water any day now. Water temp is up and weather look'n good.

Boy howdy what a difference it makes to not have electricity hook up to "da house". By 9pm the old Billy Bob was ready for bed. Ain't no more this stuff stay up till midnight watch'n Mexican tv an' all that internet stuff.

Speak'n of batteries, remember a few months back I was cry'n an' whin'n bout my batteries go'n down for no reason? Well, that what they was do'n last night...and with only 2 lights turn on. Rekon it's that time to hunt me up a place to buy some brand spank'n new ones. "And check the water in them once in a while Billy Bob". "An' ya might wanna clean the crusty look'n terminals on them too". Sheesh....batteries.

No special plans for the day. Maybe lay back and do some serious think'n...take me up a nap....stuff like that.

Ok, this is the second time somebody mentioned that my blog is double posts. I'm now on Firefox mak'n a test edit to see if it's my browser or what.

Oh yeah, while I'm at it....Brian showed up last night after I went to bed. Met him this morn'n. Seems like a nice young feller, 'specially since he invited me to fish with him. More on that later.

FIRE...we got a fire....

Ya see, it's like this....yesterday I were sit'n out there on "da porch", not really a porch, but you know what I'm talk'n bout.....when I get's this idea. Grill up that slab of pork ribs.

All were go'n just great. Had the grill set on bout 275 deg, ribs all season up with some cheap BBQ sause an' I were sit'n back enjoy'n a fresh cup of coffee. Then the wind kick up a notch so's I crank up the temp on the ribs. YIKES....we got fire, break out the water hose.

Now I mean to tell ya, the underside them ribs is crisp....like a log on fire. So's I break out some tools, hammers and cheisels  and chip off all that burn stuff. Make it like brand spank'n new. Made me up some tater salad, but when I went look'n for pickles, there weren't none. Only a pickle jar full of jalepenos. "What ya think Billy Bob...jalepeno tater salad"?? After much debate it was decided to leave the jalepenos in the jar.

Was a fine eat'n meal even if'n I do say so myself.

Remember that big ol' flag what I fount in the dumpster bout 8 months ago? I were look'n at my new camp with all the trees and ...walla, mounted that flag.

Now that's what I'm talk'n bout. Big ol' sucker ain't it?

Things ain't look'n too good. Minnesota Mike is leav'n tomorrow for Florida and that Brian feller ain't showed up to take me fish'n in his brand spank'n new bass fish'n boat. Talk to another feller last night camped right next to me....with his hi dollar bass fish'n boat. He catch'ed up a 11 pounds 12 ounce bass. And the fish'n is "off" with the last cold snap we had. Them "lady" bass ought to be mov'n into shallow water any day now. Water temp is up and weather look'n good.

Boy howdy what a difference it makes to not have electricity hook up to "da house". By 9pm the old Billy Bob was ready for bed. Ain't no more this stuff stay up till midnight watch'n Mexican tv an' all that internet stuff.

Speak'n of batteries, remember a few months back I was cry'n an' whin'n bout my batteries go'n down for no reason? Well, that what they was do'n last night...and with only 2 lights turn on. Rekon it's that time to hunt me up a place to buy some brand spank'n new ones. "And check the water in them once in a while Billy Bob". "An' ya might wanna clean the crusty look'n terminals on them too". Sheesh....batteries.

No special plans for the day. Maybe lay back and do some serious think'n...take me up a nap....stuff like that.

Moving day....

Hmmmmm, let's take another look at Google Chrome. On suggestion from one my many favorite followers, I have decided to give it a try for a short, or long term trial. I'll tell ya one thing right now....that sucker is fast. Being that I'm used to a whole glob of buttons on a browser to click on, Chrome just don't "look" like no browser. Oh, did I mention it's fast.

I suppose I need to apologize for some of the comments I receive. As the say'n goes...."there's one in every bushel of apples"....or something like that. Ya see, this person in question had made a nasty comment on one of the blogs I follow and I was dumb enough to call him on his "style" of posting comments. That was a mistake. Now he is out to destroy Billy Bob's Place. So....I'm sorry for the inconvenience this has caused.

Today is "rolling" day. Gonna hook up "that jeep" to the back of "Sally da house" an' move on down the road a piece...right bout 3 mile. I gonna be boondock'n in the County Community Park....or what ever they call it. Oh, did I mention that it's free???  But the good news is, Minnesota Mike is camped down there with his boat an' he loves to go out fish'n. And not only is Mike camped there....with his boat, there is another feller down there with a brand spank'n new 21 foots bass boat just beg'n for somebody to go fish'n. I'm think'n I can fill his needs in a heartbeat. Gonna catch me up a great big ol' 14 pounds bass....yeeee ha I betcha.

I keep get'n asked where I gonna go to next and that brings up the old question...."what ya gonna do now Billy Bob"? I think everybody ask themselves that same question from time to time....when they ain't got nuttin to do ya know. I have to speak for the retired folks here, not you folks that still have a day job an' all that stuff. Bout all I can say is it ain't easy to be retired. Ya sleep all day if'n ya want to, live in a RV, got a pocket full of "gangle" change an' no where's in particular to go. Sometimes it get down right boring liv'n like this.

Ok....hook 'em up Billy Bob. See ya down the road a piece.
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10:30 am....
Well shoot, there weren't nuttin to that move. Emptied the "nasty water" tanks, got a full tank of fresh water, took trash to the dumpster an' the solar panels are do'n a purty good job. Ya can't beat that with a stik.
Oh...and just in case MsB want to know, the dishes is all washed an' put away.

This gonna be Camp Billy Bob for my duration at Falcon Lake.

Moving day....

Hmmmmm, let's take another look at Google Chrome. On suggestion from one my many favorite followers, I have decided to give it a try for a short, or long term trial. I'll tell ya one thing right now....that sucker is fast. Being that I'm used to a whole glob of buttons on a browser to click on, Chrome just don't "look" like no browser. Oh, did I mention it's fast.

I suppose I need to apologize for some of the comments I receive. As the say'n goes...."there's one in every bushel of apples"....or something like that. Ya see, this person in question had made a nasty comment on one of the blogs I follow and I was dumb enough to call him on his "style" of posting comments. That was a mistake. Now he is out to destroy Billy Bob's Place. So....I'm sorry for the inconvenience this has caused.

Today is "rolling" day. Gonna hook up "that jeep" to the back of "Sally da house" an' move on down the road a piece...right bout 3 mile. I gonna be boondock'n in the County Community Park....or what ever they call it. Oh, did I mention that it's free???  But the good news is, Minnesota Mike is camped down there with his boat an' he loves to go out fish'n. And not only is Mike camped there....with his boat, there is another feller down there with a brand spank'n new 21 foots bass boat just beg'n for somebody to go fish'n. I'm think'n I can fill his needs in a heartbeat. Gonna catch me up a great big ol' 14 pounds bass....yeeee ha I betcha.

I keep get'n asked where I gonna go to next and that brings up the old question...."what ya gonna do now Billy Bob"? I think everybody ask themselves that same question from time to time....when they ain't got nuttin to do ya know. I have to speak for the retired folks here, not you folks that still have a day job an' all that stuff. Bout all I can say is it ain't easy to be retired. Ya sleep all day if'n ya want to, live in a RV, got a pocket full of "gangle" change an' no where's in particular to go. Sometimes it get down right boring liv'n like this.

Ok....hook 'em up Billy Bob. See ya down the road a piece.