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 shot, 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" right. 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.

Google Chrome???

Ok, I just got to say something bout this Google Chrome browser. Although it has corrected the "white page" problem with blogger an' go a hunnert mile a hour, what other good is it?  It don't even look like a browser. It ain't got no buttons to click on. It ain't got no "search" button. It ain't got no bookmark button....at least I ain't fount on yet. Gonna use it exclusively for blogger....nuttin else.

As much as I hate to do it, I may have to upgrade Firefox to the latest version. Did that one time before and deleted it in less that an hour. My favorite browser for many years has been Netscape Navigator, but it's obsolete now, so I'm stuck with crap I don't like.....Internet Explorer, Firefox (latest version) and now Google Chrome. Damn, I hate change.

Speak'n of Minnesota Mike, I ain't hear or see him since I visited his camp yesterday. He were supposed to come pick me up yesterday afternoon at 3 o'clock pm.....go catch some fish ya know.


Boy howdy let me tell ya, this is a perfect day. Bright sunshine, not a cloud in the sky and best of all, no wind. Now that what I'm talk'n bout.

Done pick me out a couple new camp sites over at the County Park. Best news it that the sites are free....no more $2 a day stuff. Each site has a water hose pipe stick'n out the ground. Got a few trees on some the sites.
Oh yeah, speak'n of State Park passes, they are $70 a year, not $60 like the web site tole me.

Well I want you lookie here park out there in the street. It's Minnesota Mike an' he got gots a boat hook up to his truck. We go'n fish'n I betcha. I be back later.

Ain't the biggest fish in the world, especially Texas, but by dag burn, it a fish. Caught on a "walk'n da dog" top water lure. No, not a freak'n crank bait, they didn't want nuttin to do with them....it were a popper type.

Agenda? What agenda?

See.....I tole ya. A big ol' motorhome back'n down the boat ramp.

As you may surmise from today's title, the old Billy Bob ain't got the slightest idea what he want to do today. But that ain't a bad thing.

I get all tickle bout some the comments I receive. "Why don't ya buy some fish"? In answer to that question, if'n I was to buy a fish, what the hell I gonna do with it? Ya see, fish'n ain't got nuttin to do with tak'n a fish home to eat....or have it stuffed an' hang on the wall. It's all bout "catch'n". And if'n you're fortunate enough to catch one, ya turn it loose....so's ya can catch it again. Now if'n I was to latch on to one them 14 pounders I just might think twice bout turn'n it loose....take that big sucker home an' hang it on the wall. Uh huh, that what I'm talk'n bout.

What started out to be a nice sunshiny day is turn'n into a cloudy windy day. Since I ain't got nuttin on my mind other than fish'n, it look like today is gonna suck. Took that braided hi dollar string off'n the fish'n reel what the OFM Barney give me and loaded it up with some Trilene monofiliment....12 pounds test. Drove down to the lake and did me some test cast'n. Holy cows, that sucker casted a country mile....ain't got no "pooof" hair ball to untangle.

Took me a trip to Rio Grande City to Walmart yesterday afternoon. Was get'n low on meds, needed to restock the freezer with some meats an' just want'n to get away from "da house". Was only bout 70 mile round trip, but it took me bout 4 an' 1/2 hours. Don't ya just love Walmart? I do too. But I always seem to get all piss off when I can't find what I want. Start cuss'n an' stuff like that. You know what I'm talk'n bout.
Now I got to bag all that meat to put in the freezer. Hate that job.

Still no Minnesota Mike....was surprised MsB remember that name. May take me a run down to the County Community park check see if'n he parked down there. Probably pick me out a campsite for a few more days. At $2 a day, ya can't go wrong. But before I do that, I gonna go to the State Park headquarters and buy me up one them annual park pass thingys for $60. That just covers the entrance fees to all Texas State parks. Ya can't beat that with a stick if'n ya go to enough state parks in a year. Pay for it self in nuttin flat.

Ok....got things to do....laters.
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Well, I were attempt'n to make a comment on one them blogs what don't work on Firefox. I got so upset with it, I downloaded Chrome. What the hell? Is this a browser? Guess I'll just use it for blogs and nuttin else since it corrected the problems with the white pages. To skeered to try the latest version of Firefox. Done deleted it one time before.

Guess I'll run down to the lake an' look at the water. That's all I can do with this wind blow'n up a storm. Yeah I got all that meat bagged and in the freezer. Yum boy howdy is Billy Bob gonna be eat'n good for the next month or what.

Pigs in a blanket.....

Heee, Heee.....Last night I throwed the rest of that 15 bean soup out in the yard for the javelina to chow down on. This morn'n it were all gone and the yard is rooted up where I throwed it. Pigs eat anything ya know.

What reminds me of the time....I were liv'n in La Marque, Texas at the time. I had recently took me a trip to Aransas Pass an' bought me up two of the cutest little piglets ya ever did see. I gonna be eat'n big ol' pork chops in no time flat. I builds me a little "pig pen" right next to the garage, buy me up a few sacks of hi protein grow fast pig foods an' sits back to watch them pigs grow.  Well, I weren't aware that in the City of La Marque, there was a ordinance bout rais'n livestock an' such within City limits. Here I are, got me a couple rabbits in a cage out back, a dog what would never qualify as a pet, some stupit squak'n birds in another cage, a monkey on a chain an' two fine look'n pigs out by the garage. One morn'n I goes out to feed them pigs an' they is gone....pooof, just like that. Somebody done stole my pigs. So's I call the law....report a burglary.....grand theft pig.  That were mistake #2....1st mistake was rais'n undomesticated critters in the City. They done write me up a citation, go see the judge and pays me a fine....an' I still ain't got no pigs. Got to get rid of the monkey on a chain an' put the squak'n birds in the house.

Been all over the news bout the troubles over in Afganistan....shoot'n, bomb'n an' such. That were my son is work'n. He tell me last night things is get'n hot over there. That all I can say. Security reasons ya know. I guess it's ok to say that his camp is get'n some of the "tastes of war". Hope they send him home real quick like.

I were sit'n here last night watch'n tv when I see this big ol' truck drive by. I says "that truck look familiar".  Well, it were. It were Mike the fisherman I were fish'n with in Del Rio a few months ago. Damn....gotta catch up to him....he got a boat. I jumps in "that jeep" an' take off....look'n for Mike. Check all the campsites in the park. He ain't here. That leave only one other place to look....the Community park just down the road a piece. Gonna do that today. Damn, I go fish'n with Mike, I gonna catch me up some them 14 pounds bass.

Ok....gonna leave it at that....maybe come back later....more nonsense ya know.
Come on Sadie Mae, saddle up, we go'n for a ride.

I were just a kid

All my life has been spent in childish dreams and outdoor adventure stuff. Never was one to be cooped up in "da house" try'n to figger out something to get into. I got into stuff as a kid. Not your every day "ring round da posy" stuff neither. I were out for adventure. Danger, blood let'n stuff.

At 6 years old, I was a seasoned cow puppy rider. Ya see, old momma cow had done dropped her a young'un on the ground a couple days ago. Cute little bugger too. But for a adventurous 6 year old bull rider, cute had never entered my mind. I were gonna ride that thing, come rain or shine, do or die. Did me some "sweet talk" to that cow puppy fore it trusted me enough to get anywheres close to my "mount a cow puppy" area. Momma cows watchful eye on me all the time. Well, I jumps slap dab right in the middle that cow puppys back and all hell break loose.....just like that. Come straight up off the ground with all fours. I were hang'n on for dear life. That cow puppy give me a ride I never figgered on. Dump me head first to the ground....right in all that squishy cow poop an' fresh pee water. And then, here come that momma cow, head down an' snort'n like a bull ox in a china shop. That cow were pissed I mean to tell ya.....an' I were cut'n a trail fast I can for the fence. I sees barbed wire in front me and there a mad charg'n momma cow right behind me. Up under that fence I shot like a skeered rabbit. Tored a big ol' hole in my "farmer John" bib overalls...and a big ol' bleed'n gash on my butt cheek. That when "Moms" break out the alcohol and iodine, what I were already accustomed to by this time in my life. Think's I got a good ass whoop'n too. But none that deterred "little Billy" from finding adventure on the farm.

I were lay'n in bed last night an' happen to look out the winder. The sky was plumb full of stars. That's a good sign ya know, that the sun gonna shine when I get up in the morn'n. Go down to the lake an' catch me up some fish. Uh huh, think again Einstein. It's freak'n cold out there and the sky is full of clouds. You ain't go'n no wheres.

Just when I think Blogger is got it's stuff together and everything is work'n right, it ain't. There been so many people chang'n their settings that now I have to spend half a day try'n to make a few comments. One guy has changed his settings so much that when I finally make a comment, it get automatic deleted. If'n ya leave stuff alone, it gonna fix itself. For those not in the know, it's the new comments style that is screw'n things up. By new I mean, comment to a comment...reply to any comment of your choos'n. Some blogs have it, some don't. It's the ones that do what causes the "white pages"...redirect. 

Speak'n of javelinas, did I ever tell ya bout the time....Vickie Lynn, my first mate, got herself stumb'n drunk on vodka an' orange soda and go outside to feed the herd of javelina what was root'n round in the yard. These  innocent look'n little pigs may be cute an' harmless look'n, but they ain't. There was warnings all over the park...."DON'T FEED THE JAVELINAS". Ha, like Vickie Lynn gonna heed to any stink'n warnings. By the way, she weren't out there very long. She come in the motorhome like I went under that fence. A hunnert mile a hour.


Oh, before I forget, remember that 15 beans soup I made yesterday. Boy howdy, let me tell ya. Not only was it an outstand'n pot of beans, it were one root'n toot'n concoction what worked overtime half ways through the night. Wonder if'n them javelinas would like some leftovers? Have me a bunch of root'n an' toot'n javelinas out in the yard. 

Had a dizzy day

Yesterday sometime, I made a mistake. Was it something I ate or was it something I did? I'll have to walk away from something I ate and take tiny steps away from something I did. Oatmeal don't cause ya to be dizzy an' have high blood pressure. And tak'n a long nap don't neither.

I been read'n lots of blogs bout the rising cost of gasoline/diesel an' come to the conclusion.....it ain't gonna go down when up is easier. So it's said, as fuel prices go up, so will the cost of everything else. I find that to be true. As just normal people, we have nothing to say or anything to do with price increases. It's all in the hands of those that profit from "gouging" the public at the turn of the hat. Watch Wall Street bounce back and forth over any little thing that happens in the world. Mary Margaret got pregnant.....Wall Street goes down. Bill Johnson's wife had a hysterectomy, Wall Street goes up. Yeah, silly stuff controls our economy. Actually, it's all speculation as to what may happen.

Dang, it was cold this morn'n (45 degs at bout 7am).  Rained last night too. Mess up my road down to the lake. Probably ain't no fish down there no hows....but it sure is relax'n to sit down there sip'n a cup an' do some think'n.

Speak'n of sit'n by the lake relax'n, it were back in bout '68 I drove my beautiful 1956 Ford down to the beach in Port Aransas.

Look just like this one only it were solid red..........

I were chas'n ghost crabs and drink'n beer.

 Waked up the next morn'n, after the tide come in, doors wide open, with salt water slosh'n round in the car. "Holy crap Billy Bob, this ain't no boat ya know".

There was a crowd of people up on the beach as I climbed out in 2 feets of water....probably wonder'n what I were do'n driv'n round out there in the surf. Took 4 hour to finally get that car out and up on the beach. And then the damn thing wouldn't start. In less than a year that beautiful '56 Ford was a rust bucket sit'n in a local junk yard. What's the moral of the story? Don't drink and chase ghost crabs on the beach.


I been think'n bout my blog. What I gonna do with it. In the last 2 years I have pretty much give a full account of my life through stories and just everyday experiences. There ain't much left. Everybody knows me, where I come from and what I did. Granted, I still have a few faithful followers what check in every day, drop a comment from time to time, but the blog is missing something. Gonna have to do some think'n bout that.
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2:30pm.....bored myself into a nap.
But before I did that, I put me on a pot of 15 beans soup with a bunch of ham chunks.

Be done in bout another hour. Smell just like heaven in "da house" Wonder what it gonna smell like after I eats me up a couple bowls that stuff.

Another note.....I don't got no intention on closing my blog. I just got to do some figger'n on how to get it back to what it were before things went from exciting to boring.

Catch'n fish an' good eat'n

This fish catch'n photo is for the "nay sayers". Careful examination of the photo is living proof that the use of photo editing software did not occur. The reason of posting this pic of my last catch is due to those that question my word as to "catch'n up a fish". Now do ya believe me??? I'm a old redneck kinda guy and have no reason to lie bout such things as catch'n fish. I'll leave it at that....but still fum'n at the gills over the non believers.

Went down to the lake early yesterday morn'n think'n I were gonna catch me up some them big ol' bass fishes in a feed'n frenzy....catch me up a whole stringer full. That what I were think'n anyhows, but that ain't what happen. Didn't catch a dad burn thing. Ya see, it were all foggy yesterday morn'n....sky fill up with nasty look'n clouds an' stuff. It were so foggy I couldn't see where my fish pole lure was land'n. After I catch me up a couple ol' dead trees, I gave it up to the professionals.....in their $30,000 bass fish'n boats.

Back at "da house", I cook me up some that left over steak from the other night along with 4 over easy and some buttered toast. Sadie Mae got her fair share.

Then after a nice day of do'n nuttin, I went back down to the lake bout 4:30pm.....think'n again ya know, I were gonna catch me up a bunch of fish. What I didn't. See a few little ones come to the surface...not much bigger than the lures I was chunk'n, flap their lips at me, wave and go back underwater. Stayed there a couple hour, throw'n different lures an' ain't never catch nuttin. "Ya gotta git in a boat Billy Bob....git in a boat".

Some ya ain't never see my "bubba boat, have ya? Well here it are in all it's glory.

Photo taken at Inks Lake State Park.

This is the area I am fish'n in. Dad burn silly birds is eat'n up all my fish....Ain't no wonder I ain't catched none.

Let me tell ya bout the pork chop I brewed up last night.....long with another one them baked taters. What I did was sprinkle some my special Billy Bob BBQ seasoning (secret recipe) and some Grill Creations Smokey Mesquite season'n on it. Grill that sucker up on super high heat till it start to catches on fire. Hot damn.....I gonna do that again. Sadie Mae got the left overs.... tater skin and the rest of the bone I didn't eat.

Holy crap, what go'n on this morn'n?  Wind is blow'n a hunnert mile a hour. Like I always says...."what ya gonna do now Billy Bob"? I rekon I could run down to Walmart...bout 50 mile down the road, but I don't need nuttin. I rekon I better leave that decision for laters when I'm awake and function'n to full capacity. I got my doubts that that will happen today.....full capacity is what I'm talk'n bout.