Free fish

Got to say....just love the comments I get. Beano????

Holy cows....it were cold this morning. I were all wrap up in my blankets and Lug Nut started his danc'n routine again. Winders were all fogged up...couldn't see a thing. Crank the heat up to 85 degs....just kid'n River. Put on a pot of coffee and work'n on get'n that other eye open. Gonna be a good day...I can see it now.

Yesterday night just before sundown, I throwed a line in the water with bait tied to the end and low and behold...I catched my first "illegal" fish. I look at it and says..."what ya gonna do with that fish Billy Bob"??? Well shoot, I'm gonna eat it. What I did.



Today I got to make that trip to Walmart and buy me a fish license. When ya get older, like I done, ya start to think'n bout go'n to jail and stuff like that. In the great State of Arizona they sell us a "tourist" license for bout $35 what last for 4 months...trout stamp included. That is part of the cost for "free fish".


When I were talk'n bout a propane leak, I weren't talk'n a big leak. I'm think'n when I hooked up my little tank, that where the leak were. But, yes, I gonna check all the fit'ns just to make sure. Where my Bic???

I rekon I'll be back later.....

Fix'n clocks in da rain

Fix'n clocks in da rain.....don't know what I talk'n bout....do ya??? Well, it's like this....I were sit'n here at the laptop read'n the news, sip'n coffee and mind'n my own business...when I hears a big engine crank up. It were that feller from Canada name John what was camped in a really nice spot...he were pull'n out. Ya never guess who in that spot now. He even went out in the cold water and cleared them reeds for me a spot for my fish'n. 

That's clockwork my friends.

Yeah, it rained last night and they talk'n bout get'n some more today. It not that I don't like rain, I just don't like it at the same place I'm at....simple as that...rain sucks. Have ya ever sit around a campfire while it rain'n? Now, here what I gonna do....when the BLM ranger come by and ask me when I got here, I gonna tell him "as soon as the sun shines". Ain't gonna be count'n days when it rain'n or the sun ain't shin'n.

I think it were old Uncle Ben ask if I still hav'n battery problems. Well....yep I sure am. Isolated the engine battery yesterday....just to check...and walla...this morning that battery were dead as a door knob. Then I think it were the same person what ask if I repaired my propane leak.....nope, not yet. 

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

It cold in here

Boy howdy....it's cold in here. Bout 6am right on the dot, Lug Nut was do'n his danc'n act this morn'n want'n out NOW. He was in need....mark bushes and stuff. Well, I says...."turn on the heat and make some coffee". Ok. But I ain't got no heat. Propane gone...pooof....just like that. Hmmmmm....where it at??? Leak out Billy Bob...ya got a leak. Do ya suppose that why my BIG tank run out?

Any hows, now I have a good excuse to put in the slide outs, pick up the rest my junk, hook up "that jeep" and hit the road. Or...I could run down to the propane sell'n place and buy some more propane....but shoot, it gonna leak out too. Yeah, I know, leak test'n time.

Did I tell ya bout what I did yesterday? Had only three things to do...put some gas in "that jeep", fill my water jugs and dump the trash. I pull up to the gas pumps....no problem. Then I go's round to get water....big motorhome block'n the faucets. So's I head over to the dumpster....unbuckle my safety harness (seat belt), shut the engine off, climb out and open the back door where the trash bags at....hey, where my trash??? Forgot it...back at da house. Sheesh!!!....get'n old sucks.

Will be back laters....got some stuff to do. Head'n to da pond.

9:30am....well shoot, that didn't take long. Only thing left to do is dismantle the satellite dish and hoop up "that jee[". So....I'm out of here!!!!

3:30PM....well I want ya lookie here. I done been all over southern Ca....well all that is between El Centro and Yuma Az. Then I went to some God forsak'n lake what was suggested by a fellow camper...Mitrey Lake or something like that. Went I got there...I see water...way the hell over there. Drove for miles look'n for a space big enough for "Sally da house" but there weren't none. All fill up with Prevo's and Greyhound busses. Then....there weren't no place to turn around....I mean none. Drove all the way to the Yuma Test Grounds before I was able to turn this long sucker back the other way. Pull in one spot I thought I might stay at for a few days. Hey...the water is 1/4 mile away and is that mud I see over there?

So's....here what I done. Left Mitrey Lake the same way I came in and drove a few miles to "da pond". That where I am and that where I gonna stay....till they tell me I have to go. But....Hazel told me most of the spots were empty....that what she said. Well, old Billy Bob is parked right next to the road what ain't no park place. But it is now....till the run me off....or a better site come available. Almost turn "Sally" over com'n down that hill back there. Sheesh....wrong entrance.

I don't know what happen between last year and now, but there are reeds...or what ever they call them...all growed up in my "secret hole". Now what ya gonna do Billy Bob??? I were think'n blow'n up that rubber boat under my bed and go'n out there and cut them suckers down. But who gonna help old Billy Bob out the water? I sure's hell don't wanna drown in 4 feet water.

Gonna catch me a fish!!!!

Sneak'n out

I were gonna sneak out of here but I got caught load'n up stuff. Here come three people say'n..."what ya think you're do'n"??? Turn out, we had a big spaghetti dinner tonight around a blaz'n campfire. Twenty one showed up when they hear "free food". While around the campfire, some lady popped the question. "Are  ya leaving tomorrow with out say'n good bye"? To keep with the tradition of old Billy Bob I says..."if'n the spaghetti don't make me sick, yes I'll be pull'n out tomorrow". That when the cook lit into me with both feet. I were jis kid'n...sheesh!!!

If things go as planned, I can hook up "that jeep" and be on the road by bout 11am. Get that other eye open ya know. Still have to dump my tanks, fill up with propane and add some fuel to "Sally da house". Figger that take right bout an hour what would put me in Yuma a few hours later....just in time to catch my dinner....with out a fish license. Yes, I gonna get one....only not today.

Although, I do hate to leave all these nice people. But damn, I been here long enough. Lug Nut ain't gonna be happy bout leaving. That dog knows everyone at the slabs in a half mile radius from home. Surprisingly, they all know his name. Word travels fast at the slabs. Sadie could care less where we are...as long as she is sit'n under my chair out on "da porch" where I'm sip'n a cup and think'n.

May make a post tomorrow....but don't lose any sleep over it. When I get x'citis, I'll let ya know.

Still bask'n at the slabs

Ok....who broke into my WIFI??? I were sit'n here mind'n my own business and I see my modem lights were fliker'n like crazy...what the hell???...I weren't online. Then when I went to get online, my wifi was no longer secured. Someone done hack me. Now how the hell they do that???

An old injury come back to haunt me yesterday, what put me out of commission most the day. Ya see, it's like this....many year ago I hurt my back purty bad. Spent some time in the hospital, a hunnert chiropractors twist'n and pop'n stuff, pain pills by the mouth full, 6 months on the floor and "special" massages. That were the first time.....then it happen again...two more time. One time ya injure a back, it there for the rest of your life. Ain't no two way bout it.

Holy Crap....it's rain'n. Bet this don't last long.

Well I run that "da house" propane tank plumb empty last night....right in the middle of fix'n something to eat. Now for some people this would would be a tragic disaster...ya know, like a hurricane or an earthquake or something like that. But old Billy Bob come to the slabs prepared. Hook up 5 gallon tank, regulator and hose and back to cook'n in 5 minutes.

Ain't no good news. Tried them all...ABC, NBC, MSNBC, CBS, FOX, HUFFINGTON POST...all them. But I get a kick of all the comments "we the people" have to say. It's really scary the way my neighbor talks bout me, call'n me names and stuff. Oh...they mentioned your name too. A sad day is a com'n in this country. Not that it ain't sad now, but ya just wait and see...all hell gonna break loose. Then who ya gonna blame it on???

Rain gone...poooof....just like that. Can ya measure rainfall by drops???

Neighbor lady come over this morn'n and let the dogs out....then she waked me up. Now what with that??? I done tell her I weren't interested in no hanky panky stuff. Sheesh!!! Very nice lady.....but.

Ain't do diddly squat

That what I gonna do....nuttin.

Had an old ugly "tom" cat live in the basement one time what were call Clyde. He were the biggest old tom cat I ever saw....and mean...let me tell ya. When that cat bite ya, ya knowed ya was bit.....blood and stuff. He come out from under a box of something and just bite ya for no reason. Well, I took a lik'n to that old cat. Start talk'n to him....."gd cat", "here kitty...gd cat", "oh shit...gd cat", "git off me....gd cat. He attack who ever go in the basement and that where I did my "mak'n stuff" and think'n.  After a while he would just sit there and stare at me with them big ol' green eyes....then he would come out and say "ya wanna fight"???

Bought a house up in the holler and stated mov'n in. Every time we go back to the old place for another load, there was Clyde sit'n on the porch...just look'n.....ready to strike.....like a snake. A week went by and the kids were ask'n bout old Clyde..."are we gonna go back and get Clyde"? Well we did. I still carry the marks to prove it.

Clyde jump out the car and look around...."is this my new house"??? He inspect everything. Then he start mark'n stuff....."this is mine"....squirt...."this is mine too"....squirt. He done mark every bush, tree and fence post on the place. Since there weren't no basement, Clyde slept in the kitchen...or any other place he felt fit to plant hisself. Ya didn't mess with Clyde.

In the holler lived a pack of wild dogs what would roam day and night kill'n anything they could find. Chickens, turkeys, gooses, stray cats and little dogs. Well Clyde done mark his territory and that was his. He lit into one them dogs and send that dog down the road....just like that. Then he got a nuther one. Weren't no time at all and them wild dogs were gone...never see them again.
Clyde was a good cat.

Did up the dishes yesterday so it was a good day. Sit outside on "da porch", soak up some sunshine, sip'n a cup and think'n.

Billy Bob ain't feel'n so good so he ain't in no hurry to load up "Sally da house" and move. So....don't get to think'n that just 'cause I say I gonna go somewhere or do something that it gonna happen right now. Neighbor lady come over and says, "Billy, you look like ya gonna die". "Are ya eating"??? "Doughnuts aren't food". "What's that smell"??? "When the last time you took a bath"??? "Do you want me to rub your back"??? "You need to walk"!!! That did it....I ain't gonna walk no where. What the hell is she think'n? 

Got myself up early this morning....just 'cause. It ain't like I have something press'n to do today, Just another day. But I been think'n....

Remember when????

What we gonna talk bout today??? How bout we just ramble for a while and see what come up?

Didn't post the last two days 'cause there weren't nuttin to say...didn't do a damn thing other than read and play golf on "da playstation". Plus, I feel like crap. Two days I have blood pressure problems, but they seem to be just fine this morning. Been cold all over and stay inside....feet feel like ice burgs. Then I had a headache. Found out it was from my hair tie thingy too tight. Now I'm hungry.

Did I ever tell ya bout the time......I were liv'n on my boat with a little dog name JoJo. Now JoJo were a special dog. Did pretty much what he wanted to do....run the docks hunert mile a hour....pee on every thing in sight....talk to the neighbors...waller in old dead fish..... He were a dog!!! Here a link to "JoJo Super Dog".

Speak'n of writ'n.....back when I lived on the boat, I had a web site call Barnacle Bill's Place. Wrote a couple stories ya might find amusing.... click here.

I'm bout out of propane again. Been stay'n myself too comfortable and warm. But I plan't it that way. What I were gonna do is run slap out and have to go to town for more, but head to Yuma since town is on the way.

Today I rekon I better go outside and load up all the junk I got lay'n on the ground since I ain't com'n back. Boy howdy, how the hell I got so much stuff lay'n on the ground. Gonna take a couple hour to put it all away. But then, I ain't got nuttin but time anyhows. What the hurry???