Falcon lake is producing some fish. It's the start of the spawn. Even with the low water temps, the fish is headed for shallow water....lay some eggs an' raise some bass puppies.
Speak'n of Falcon lake, it ain't gonna be long till the old Billy Bob hooks up "that jeep" heads off that way. I hope to have better luck catch'n big ol' bass fish this year than I did last year. If'n ya ain't got some kind of boat, ya ain't gonna catch no 14 pounds bass. It was too windy for the "bubba boat" last year ya know, an' if'n ya remember, the lake was very low. Should be better this year. I don't remember if'n I froze to death or not. I know it was windy as hell though.
Accord'n to my Walmart special temp thingy, Monday morn'n it was 27 degs. Monday's 11am golf game was rescheduled for tomorrow...Wednesday. This morn'n it was 33 degs. By the time I got out of bed, it was up to 65 degs......an' rise'n. I can live with this.
I don't know bout nobody else, but I put a lot of thought into my future. I can sit there an' think all day long an' never get tired. I don't come up with any solutions or nuttin like that, but it's good to sit there an' dream.....or in some cases....scheme. Most my old dreams are tucked away in a drawer back there in the bed room. Maybe some day I'll go back there an' thumb through them. But I'm think'n those dreams are dead an' buried. I can just see me at my age jump'n off'n a bridge suspended by a freak'n rubber band. Yee gads....stupit young people do that.
Did I ever tell ya bout the time I stood in line at a carnival to bungee jump off'n a big ol' crane bout a hunnert feet high? Wife #2 keep tell'n me...."you're stupit, you can't do that". She call me stipit quite often ya know. When I get to the head of the line, the nice guy look me over an' says...."you cain't bungee jump in a back brace an' a walker". I was serious, an' so was he. So much for bungee jump'n.
Any bucket list I ever had is flat empty now days. I done did bout all the dangerous stuff I could think of....and survived to talk bout it. Remember my cousin in California what said she was surprised I was still alive? Bout all I put in a bucket now is comfort items. You know, like find'n a nice warm place to camp in the winter or a nice cool place to camp in the summer. Lay back, sip up a cup an' do some think'n. I'm comfortable with that an' maybe one or two days a week, I'm happy. Weather related ya know.
I still got it in my mind to take me a trip to Louisiana. Not to go alligator hunt'n or nuttin like that....sheesh, I ain't no fool. I'm think'n sit'n round listen'n to live cajun music, real cajun gumbo an' hoochi coochi cajun wimmins. Well, maybe not the hoochi coocki wimmins, but you know what I'm talk'n bout. There ain't nuttin wrong with hoocki coocki, but at me age....I don't think so.
Well, here we go with blogger again. Not refreshing.....grrrrrrrr!!!
Speak'n of Falcon lake, it ain't gonna be long till the old Billy Bob hooks up "that jeep" heads off that way. I hope to have better luck catch'n big ol' bass fish this year than I did last year. If'n ya ain't got some kind of boat, ya ain't gonna catch no 14 pounds bass. It was too windy for the "bubba boat" last year ya know, an' if'n ya remember, the lake was very low. Should be better this year. I don't remember if'n I froze to death or not. I know it was windy as hell though.
Accord'n to my Walmart special temp thingy, Monday morn'n it was 27 degs. Monday's 11am golf game was rescheduled for tomorrow...Wednesday. This morn'n it was 33 degs. By the time I got out of bed, it was up to 65 degs......an' rise'n. I can live with this.
I don't know bout nobody else, but I put a lot of thought into my future. I can sit there an' think all day long an' never get tired. I don't come up with any solutions or nuttin like that, but it's good to sit there an' dream.....or in some cases....scheme. Most my old dreams are tucked away in a drawer back there in the bed room. Maybe some day I'll go back there an' thumb through them. But I'm think'n those dreams are dead an' buried. I can just see me at my age jump'n off'n a bridge suspended by a freak'n rubber band. Yee gads....stupit young people do that.
Did I ever tell ya bout the time I stood in line at a carnival to bungee jump off'n a big ol' crane bout a hunnert feet high? Wife #2 keep tell'n me...."you're stupit, you can't do that". She call me stipit quite often ya know. When I get to the head of the line, the nice guy look me over an' says...."you cain't bungee jump in a back brace an' a walker". I was serious, an' so was he. So much for bungee jump'n.
Any bucket list I ever had is flat empty now days. I done did bout all the dangerous stuff I could think of....and survived to talk bout it. Remember my cousin in California what said she was surprised I was still alive? Bout all I put in a bucket now is comfort items. You know, like find'n a nice warm place to camp in the winter or a nice cool place to camp in the summer. Lay back, sip up a cup an' do some think'n. I'm comfortable with that an' maybe one or two days a week, I'm happy. Weather related ya know.
I still got it in my mind to take me a trip to Louisiana. Not to go alligator hunt'n or nuttin like that....sheesh, I ain't no fool. I'm think'n sit'n round listen'n to live cajun music, real cajun gumbo an' hoochi coochi cajun wimmins. Well, maybe not the hoochi coocki wimmins, but you know what I'm talk'n bout. There ain't nuttin wrong with hoocki coocki, but at me age....I don't think so.
Well, here we go with blogger again. Not refreshing.....grrrrrrrr!!!
Good luck when ya head out to Falcon Lake. I do hope you catch one! Like you, my list is mostly filled with comfort things! Nothing wrong with that!
ReplyDeleteMaybe some hoochi coochi wimmens would do you a world of good! Moderation in all things is the key, though.
ReplyDeleteOoo Gypsy that's a good idea... But how do we catch em, that's the trick.
DeleteHoochi coochi wimmens? I had to laugh at that one!
ReplyDeleteFresh and saltwater fishing is really good over in the Louisiana territories. You need 40# line just for the crappie. Drag line steel cable for the trout and redfish. Also some mighty fine golf courses over there.
ReplyDeleteCajun wimmins cooking.
ReplyDeleteI bet if you had taken that bungee jump, it would have fixed your back and you could Ave thrown that/walker away.
ReplyDeleteI thought it was your "male" cousins that were surprised you were still alive. Your "female" cousin did not speak to you because she never forgave you for telling her in her youth that "she was cute but fat"...:-)
ReplyDeleteMs. Belinda, Walter didn't get to go out for a ride?
DeleteWoo there Ms.B now Cute and big bone or BB not to be confused with BB as in Billy Bob can be a good combination.... :)
DeleteWell BB you should be up here and try and fish (every night it's be in the high teens) ponds and canal all frozen never happens this time of year but can't stand it any longer going out after lunch and fish a fast running stream with waders and hope to God I don't have to retie a fly or my digits might break off... Can't lose anymore digits ya know.
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