Four days and counting...fish that is

Boy howdy, only 4 more days and the BLM officials will be com'n round with a "paddy" wagon to take old Billy Bob away. To jail most likely. For those that don't understand or have no idea what BLM is, you can camp on the public lands (BLM) for a total of 14 days before they kick ya out. And the BLM guy is a big feller with a face full of whiskers and carries a big ole pistola....and handcuffs. But....old Billy Bob got a plan up his sleeve. Take the license plate off'n the jeep and put in on "da house". What ya think???? Two more weeks free camp'n and fish'n???

Speak'n of fish'n....game sheriff come by today..."just check'n licenses, how many fish ya got in da sack". Well I had 3...one a nice one. Soon as he left, I had 4 in da sack....what is the limit...so's I took them inside, cut off their heads.....yank the guts out them...and put them in the freezer. Then I went back outside and catched me 5 more....just like that.

What I got to do now is repackage all the fish what still has tails. With tails, they don't fit the baggies for quantity storage. So...gonna cut the tails off 22 fishes...what I don't eat no how.

Sure hope it's warm when I get to Deming. Gonna have to get back before long anyhows. My debit card done expired on me and I have only enough cash for 100 gallon of gas...what is more than I need. Tried talk'n to pesky neighbor Wayne this morning, but damn....cell signal went out. Oh well, I should be back to Deming in a week...or so.

There was something I were gonna say, but don't remember what it was.

Did you say wind???

Well holy crap.....now they say we gonna get a hurricane. Not that I'm skeered of a hurricane, it's just all the work involved in hurricane preparation. Now yesterday was a windy day also, but old Billy Bob survived with no ill effects. Other then being pissed off and cuss'n.

Speak'n of cuss'n....what's with this crap they pull'n out in California with a "no cuss'n" week? Can ya imagine what this world would be if ya can't use Webster cuss words? Like...."oh darn, I smashed my finger with this "cute" hammer...darn it to git out".

Fish'n sucks!!! Been had them poles in the water for hours and not a single bite. But let me tell ya bout yesterday. Caught me up 6 them suckers and put them in the freezer. Run'n out of room...gotta eat up some them pork chops and chicken. Got 22 trout in there now and need room for 25 more. That should last me a couple months.

Ok....got fish'n to do....see ya laters.

See what I were tell'n ya? That wind come up from every direction. Put in the awning way this morn'n cause I knowed it was gonna blow. But....here come the rain....WTH??? I had done forgot bout the rain and went to sit in that chair, what was still wet, and boy howdy....my ass wet.

Even though the weather sucked today, I have 3 nice trout in the sack. Get'n tired of clean'n fish, but somebody gotta do it. Took 2 pork chops out the freezer for supper tonight, but them 3 fish will take up more room than them pork chops.....can't win for los'n. As much as I made for supper, all fish for the next 3 days will go in the freezer. Boy howdy is old pesky neighbor Wayne gonna be proud of me.

So little time

Here it is another week go by and old Billy Bob ain't done a thing. But I planned it that way. Ya see, it's like this.....the day I retired, I told myself I ain't gonna work no more. So...everything I do is for my pleasure in any way I can find it. Like sit'n on "da porch" sip'n a cup with think'n on my mind...swak'n golf balls...or sit'n on the bank fish'n....or mak'n stuff.....or just "do'n nuttin". But...there come a time when ya got to consider if'n that stuff is a healthy way of living. You know....like too much caffeine....wear and tear on the mind....golf elbow....eat'n too much fish....and get'n butt blisters.

Now it comes a time in my life when I got to figger out what I gonna do. I got one more week of sit'n on the bank fish'n and then I got to move out to another hunt'n ground. The weather in Deming absolutely sucks so that's out for another couple weeks or so. So...what ya gonna do Billy Bob???

That fall out that chair done put a hurt'n on my. Although it is getting a little better, I'm think'n maybe I done broke something or bruised some highly proficient internal organs. All I know's is I hurt something terrible.

Go'n to jail????

After much consideration and frustration, old Billy Bob went back in time to the old age tradition of the use of fly'n creatures in his endeavor to "catch a fish". Ya see, here what I done.....I catched one them osprey birds and tie a rope to him. Then send him fly'n over da pond. He swoop down and pick them fish right out the water and I reel in the rope. Put that fish in the fish bag.

Yesterday I catched me some fish. But I may be go'n to jail. Seems the Arizona Fish and Game put a limit on how many fish ya can catch in one day. I got me 10 them suckers in that dish pan....all ready for the freezer and fry pan. Catch them one after the other....just like that.

Gotta make that Walmart run some time today. Run slap out of drugs and the dogs ain't got no food. Fix 'em up hamburgers and biscuits last night. All I had was a freak'n fish.

After the storm

Boy howdy what a grand look'n day. There ain't a ripple on the water and sun shin'n like ya don't know what. What more could ya want after all that wind and clouds we had yesterday?

 

See that chair??? That the sucker what throwed me on the ground. When I get over this mess, that chair go'n in the dumpster. 

Now that I'm up and mov'n round a bit, think I'll go outside and rake the yard.
Speak'n of rak'n the yard, Lug Nut was gold prospect'n.

 

 Speak'n of gold prospect'n....did I ever tell ya bout the time? Me and Boudreaux  was "dig'n dirt" up at Goler canyon and throw'n it in the Gold Machine. Well there weren't no gold in that dirt. Boudreaux liked to dig so he fount him a dig'n place under a bush....dug out a big ole pile. I says what the heck...run it through the machine. Yep....gold. Enough for me to do some my own dig'n under that bush. Yep...no gold. I sure do miss that 30,000 mile "dirt dig'n" dog and dig'n dirt myself. But "shit happens". He died and old Billy Bob can't dig no more.

Did I tell ya bout that fish I almost caught yesterday? Well it's like this...the wind was blow'n up a storm and old Billy Bob was sit'n in "da house" look'n out the winder at them fish poles. I went outside to check them and the lines was all tangle up...what the hell? I reels them in and on the end of one line was this big ole bass fish. Nice one. Well....ya know what gonna happen. Along with that cheap fish 4# fish line and them damn reeds....fish gone....poooof...just like that. Now....how the hell a bass git on my trout fish line???

Well shoot....now I got mouses in "da house". That what Lug Nut been go'n nuts over. He hear things I don't. Set me out a couple traps with peanut butter as bait and caught me up 2 them little critters in the first hour. Better than fish'n. Rekon I better buy me some them electronic gobber-do's next trip to Walmart.

Terrible Saturday

Holy cows!!! What the hell??? Where me other shoe??? Here fishy fishy fishy.

Let me tell ya.....this crap sucks!!! My freak'n computer is do'n weird stuff, had a spend yesterday lay'n on the floor, could'n catch no fish, Lug Nut got loose and I missed a 3 foot putt. Gonna have to do something different.

Now this computer...the damn thing is turn'n off my internet connection all by it self. Then it says "I can't find any connections". What the hell is that??? I'm think'n I maybe got me one them virus thingys somewhere and my virus protection is in kahoots with it. I reset the router back to factory settings, rebooted the pc, ran a virus scan....nothing. Hell....I don't know.

Yeah...yesterday was spent on da floor. Something ain't right. Another sleepless night (friday) and barely able to get the coffee pot brewing. Much less go outside and throw them poles in the water. So....I got to think'n. Everything was ok till I fell out that chair. Now, if'n ya fall out a chair, especially if you're old and loose, something gonna happen. Even though I'm a tough old guy, I ain't make out of cast iron no more. I rekon I done went and pull some muscles or pop one them disc's out of place. This morning I feel a little better than yesterday, so we gonna see what happen.

Now let me tell ya bout this damn camera. There was a big bird fly'n round what was steal'n my fish....just fly down to the water and pick one up. I took some pics of him fly'n round and was gonna post one, but when I went look'n for them...they was gone. Not on the card and not in the camera memory. So where the hell is my pics???

Caught me up two fish yesterday for last nights supper, but ate biscuits and bacon instead. Now, the reason I done that was so I would have something to eat tonight...just in case there ain't no fish caught today. I know what I'm do'n!!!

Later or not..............

What day it is???

One my favorite thoughts is that yesterday is gone...poof...just like that. Don't waste your time try'n to figger out what went wrong. Today is a new day....a beautiful day. "My God Billy Bob, what the hell are ya talk'n bout"???

This morn'n I pull myself out of bed wonder'n if'n I gonna make it of not. Sleep didn't come easy last night with the excitement of catch'n a bunch of fish today and my back hurt'n. After the first pot of coffee, I notice my back feel'n much better. Since I took me a bunch of cranberry pills yesterday, I'm think'n I might have a kidney infection or something like that. Will know in a couple more days.

I come "this" close to eat'n catfish for dinner tonight. Had him all the ways up to the bank and he took a run to the reeds. That where I lose my dinner. But I gots two small trout in the bag to go with some fried green beans cook in bacon grease with some onion and broke up bacon. Tater wedges on da side.



All them trout they turn loose yesterday is hid'n somewhere. Although, I did catch a couple this morn'n....ain't hide nor hair since. Ain't nobody catch'n any.