…”WHAT A WAY TO END MY DAY!”…

About 4:00p.m. Ole Chrome & Blue & I sauntered down to the water to relax a little. I quickly caught two Small Spots feedin’ on Schoolin’ Shad. Then I hooked a very nice one & it got off after a few seconds. Then as luck would have it I broke a very nice one off. My fault! I had a couple of burrs in my line. I headed up to the Ranger in the basement & got a brand new one & tied it on. Ya can’t ever have too many Chrome & Blues available. I got back down to the water, was fishin’ off of my neighbors pier, & hooked up to a “DOUBLE”! For those not familiar with that term it’s “Two (2) fish on One Plug at the same Time”! I fumbled around with my phone camera  & got a picture of’em. Not Wall Hangers but it was a DOUBLE! Then three (3) casts later I did it again!!! A SECOND DOUBLE! Again I got’em in, up on the pier, fiddle farted around with my phone camera & while restin’em on the pier one got off & back into the water. To make matters worse IT was the bigger of the second DOUBLE! It was now 5:30p.m. so I headed back up to the house. It was time for supper. But hey! WHAT A WAY TO END MY DAY! Oh, pics attached…”Hold’em Hook”!…..BG>

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…”Sweet Peas in a pot “…

This afternoon I took a Chartreuse Lizard down to the slough to walk the bank with. I ended up with three (3) very nice Spots. All of ’em were spittin’ half digested Shad up as I was tryin’ to get’em off of the hook. I missed the best one (1) of all though. On his second jump the threw that damn Lizard right back at me. But after about 45 minutes it was time to head back to the house & get supper a cookin’. My Bride a snoozin’ on the Love Seat. Cookin’ on my shoulders this evenin’. Pork Backbone/Ribs & Rice as a quick skillet entree’. Gonna throw Sweet Peas in a pot to simmer & Applesauce on the side. In just 30 minutes we’ll be sattin’ down to the table to enjoy – Yum-m-m…”Hold’em Hook”!…..BG>

…”the highlight of my day”!…

20160422_105144-1_resizedThank goodness NATE has finally “Petered Out”. It has moved on north of “The Big Pell”. It has really been a wet & dreary day. I think even the Fish are bored. I’ve been out on the patio a few times, gazed down toward the water, & haven’t seen any activity. I’m now in my 2nd year of not allowin’ The NFL into my home. As a proud Veteran of the USAF I refuse to pay to be insulted by a bunch of overpaid radical athletes, that probably couldn’t make a livin’ doin’ anythin’ else & I’d bet many of’em can’t even count the amount of money, that high, they’re bein’ paid to play a game. Enough of that topic. But the highlight of my day was the Matas Greek Pizza I just enjoyed down here in The Cave. Thank you to who ever invented the Freezer! My condolences to a life long friend & her family on the loss of her Father this mornin’. My thoughts & prayers are with you. I hope you all have a better evenin’ than you had last night, where ever you are…”Hold’em Hook”!…..BG>

…”Maybe that’s what’s wrong with me now”…

Here, in The Big Pell, on the Lake, today it is Beautiful. If there’s a down side to this day it is the Wind that is blowin’. I just stepped out on the downstairs patio & it is blowin’ pretty good. The “FOX6” site say’s 11mph. Well that my be in The Ham! When I see the White Caps rollin’ in from the main channel it tells me somethin’ different. But the Sky is Blue with scattered Clouds. Boat traffic is limited. I’ve seem several Bass Boats gettin’ beaten by the White Caps, but, they gotta Compete! No Wake Boarders, Skiers, or Surfers though. So after such a good day of NCAA Football yesterday I’m just goin’ to chill, here, in The Cave. The Tigers from Auburn really whooped the “Hail State” Dawgs, The Trojans (NO not those kind) of TROY  laid it t? the The Cat’s of {{{ “L S WHO” ? }}} in front of their Home Comin’ QUEEN. Oh! & my Crimson Tide, {{{{{ ROLL TIDE ROLL ! }}}}}, of BAMA beat the Hottie Tottie (Black Bears-Hahaha!) Rebels of Ole Miss like a STEP CHILD! I can say that cause I WAS one! But I never got beaten, came close a time or two though. Maybe that’s what’s wrong with me now. Oh well, Y’all enjoy “this day that The Lord has made”…”Hold’em Hook”!…..BG>

Part # 7b…Bein’ Prepared! …”That’s not what you had on when you left this mornin”…

Part #7…Bein’ Prepared!…“Bein’ Prepared is somethin’ that was always taught & instilled in me by my Mother”.

(Continued Part #7b)…

Well, Thank God he didn’t! He came bobbin’ up spittin’ & sputterin’, cussin’ & demandin’ we help get his ass out of that  {{{{{ COLD ! }}}}} water. At that point, now knowin’ our dear friend was not dead or seriously injured, let me say YES, the laughter broke out. NO, IT REALLY BROKE OUT! He finally got out of the water soaked to the bones. Oh, and there was a slight breeze had kicked up. Again The Banker & I were concerned for his well bein’ but he said he was OK! So the Banker served another round! I was prepared! I told The Marine “I had some DRY cloths in a storage compartment under his feet”. He said he was fine, as his teethe were chatterin’ & lips were turnin’ purple, he wasn’t goin’ to put those “Fat Boy Cloths” on, he’d be fine. He was referin’ to me & bein. bigger than I had been in years gone by. I said “hey, they’re DRY”! The Banker still laughin’ like hell, in the middle, asked who needed another {{{{{ COLD ! }}}}} Beer? I raised my hand. For some strange reason The Marine wasn’t in the mood for a {{{{{ COLD ! }}}}} Beer, as he cussed us & we continued to laugh @ him & relive his fall into the Lake & drinkin’ {{{{{ COLD ! }}}}} Beer. He just kept on shiverin’. I don’t remember exactly how long it went on but, eventually, I heard in a shameful voice “Where’d you say those dry cloths were”? I asked “Oh, those FAT BOY CLOTHS”? We laughed even harder! And The Banker asked “Who wants another {{{{{ COLD ! }}}}} Beer? The Marine finally had the dry cloths out. Then question was asked “isn’t there somewhere we could go to get out of the OPEN so I could change”? I responded “do you REALLY wanted me to FIRE that motor up & RUN a few miles back up river @ 50 MPH with you soakin’ ass wet”? A few more cuss words were directed at me. He decided to just strip down where we were. Now, we hadn’t seen another boat ALL day & out of no where we hear a boat comin’ in our direction. The Marine was buck naked by now, an it wasn’t pretty either, & justa bitchin’ @ me to get him out of the open! The boat was comin’ even closer, now the sounds of women’s voices & laughter could be heard in the distance. The phrase “Aw Shit was uttered”! Too late! I don’t know if they even saw us/HIM, but he thought they had. The Banker & I were still laughin’ like hell! “Who wants another {{{{{ COLD ! }}}}} Beer”?, came from the center of the boat, again. The Marine finally got dried off & dressed in dry cloths, we stowed our gear & headed for the boat launch, still laughin’. We got the boat loaded & headed to toward home. We got to The Marines House. As we pulled up, parked & started gettin’ his gear out, & eased toward his front door there his Bride was to welcome him home. The Banker & I were doin’ all we could to keep from breakin’ out in laughter again. Then his Bride says, somethin’ to the effect of,”That’s not what you had on when you left this mornin’ “! Well, The Banker & I lost it, again! Just another day shared among Ole Friends…Hold’em Hook”!…..BG>

 

Part # 7a…Bein’ Prepared! …”That’s not what you had on when you left here this mornin”…

Part #7a…Bein’ Prepared!…“Bein’ Prepared is somethin’ that was always taught & instilled in me by my Mother”.

Back in December of 1990 the US involved in Desert Storm. A Ole Friend of mine, The Marine, was on notice he was about to depart on active duty, shippin out to God knows where to return God only knew, as Ordered by the USMC. Another Ole Friend, The Banker, & I decided we needed to take The Marine Fishin’ before he had to ship out. Well, we set a day to go. The day came & I swung by the Marines house & picked him up. His bride was up to see him off about 5:30 in the mornin’ as we pulled out. We met up with The Banker there at The Marines house. “Lake Wedowee here we come”! But Lake Wedowee seemed to mostly be abandoned when we got there.. After all it was by now about 6:30am, it was chilly, but there wasn’t any wind. The sun was gettin’ above the horizon & it was goin’ to be a GOOD DAY for Ole Friends to spend time together. We got the boat launch, stowed everyone’s gear, snacks, & checked to make sure the Beer was stored & on ice in the boat. We were in a Dry County so we were goin’ to have to keep the beer out of sight, well, as best possible. As we pulled away from the boat launch there was the distinct sound of a {{{{{ Ptisss! }}}}}, yes, it was BEER TIME! The Banker was bar tendin’. We found us a spot we decided we were goin’ to start our day. We fished Topwater – nothin’. We worked Shallow Ridges – nothin’. We started workin’ Standin’ Timber, which that lake has plenty of, we worked all different depths with various lures – nothin’. As we were fishin’ of course our attention & discussions turned to The Marine gettin’ ready to ship out in just a short time. The Banker & I decided to put this trip together because it WAS possible that could have been the last time the three of us we ever together again. War is War! It’s unsure. The conversations got involved with all of the Worlds Issues leadin’ up to where we, The USA was involved in it. Our Friend was a Marine & he was goin’ where he was ordered. The more we talked the more we realized what we all meant to each other. The {{{{{ Cold ! }}}}} Beer was flowin’ freely & we looked like we were fishin’ anyway. I can’t remember just what triggered it, but for some odd reason I turned to face the back of the boat. We were in my boat so I was on the Bow runnin’ the Trollin’ Motor. The Banker was in the middle of the boat, closer to the {{{{{ COLD ! }}}}} Beer, & keepin’ us from havin’ a “Parched Throat” of course. The Marine was perched on the Stern Deck surveyin’ the water for his next cast. Well, I turned & caught a glimpse of the back of the boat, there was The Marine, as in slow motion, off balance, already headin’ head first, The Banker was dodgin’ bein’ landed on, he Marine dropped his rod from his hand, tryin’ to regain his balance or grag onto SOMETHIN’ to stop himself, & he had that “Oh – Shit” look on his face! Then  {{{{{ “Ker-Splash ! }}}}} “Man Overboard – Starboard Side”!. Now remember, I said earlier this was in DECEMBER! That Lake Water was {{{{{ COLD ! }}}}}. Our first response was to make sure he was OK & not goin’ to Sink in that 40 feet of water we were sittin’ in. (to be continued…)

 

…”My mug was empty”…

Blue Heron

The early mornin’ temps, out on the Deck this mornin’, were in the mid 70’s as I sat sippin’ my “Mug-O-Joe”. No breeze at all, so my remote control {{{ click – click }}} to the ceiling fan, changed that. As I sat there enjoyin’ my breakfast of a banana, a cup of dry Honey Nut Cheerios, & my mornin’ “Joe” there was quite a ruckus goin’ on down at the water. “Ole Pete”, our resident Blue Heron, was tryin’ to enjoy a calm mornin’ of fishin’ for his breakfast of Shad. Then suddenly there appeared another Blue Heron  who decided to try & run “Ole Pete” off of his spot at the boat launch. The culprit, I believe, was who we recognize as “Re-Pete”, quickly learned that he wasn’t near as bad as he thought he was. The squawkin’ got to be rather loud as the two exchanged insults, in Heron talk. Then the body posturin’ began & the flappin’ of wings almost seemed dangerous. It really didn’t last too long but, in the moment, it seemed to last quite a while. “Ole Pete” ended it by runnin’ “Re-Pete” off squawkin’, at the top of his lungs, or so it appeared. Just wish I could’ve understood Heron talk. Things finally settled down, “Ole Pete” went back to his spot on the boat launch & continued catchin’ & enjoyin’ his breakfast of fresh shad. As for me, well, it was time for a refill of “Joe”. My mug was empty. Hope y’all enjoyed the start of your day as much as I did…”Hold’em Hook!…..BG>