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