…”my “Pea Brain”…

Ahh-hhhh…It was another early start to a Sunday mornin’. After yesterdays Birthday Celebration here at The “Hold’em Hook” Hide Away for our Nine (9) year old Granddaughter, “my how times fly’s”. It was time to get an early start to put away all the water toys for another time. The Grands & their Parents are now & headed back to “The Ham” for yet another celebration for her today. So-o-o I fixed me another Mug-O-Joe & headed down to play with the Bream with a Fresh Willow Fly Hatch. It NEVER gets old for me doin’ that. Just a jerk on one end waitin’ for a jerk on the other end. It never takes too long to get that reaction. Ohh & the child hood memories just flow through my “Pea Brain”. And what memories they are! Hope ya’ll have as good of a start to your day as I have had to mine. “Hold’em Hook”!…..BG>

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…”May the Peace Of The Mornin’ Be Upon You All”…

Fresh refill on my Mug-O-Joe, the aroma waftin’ my way, comfortable in my swivel chair on The Deck, legs propped up on my fluffy pillow & stool (my Bride got for me), Ceilin’ Fan remote in arms reach (& turned on Low). Fish are bustin’ the surface catchin’ breakfast. Pete our resident Blue Heron walkin’ the seawall scoutin’ for his meal. Yeah, this is the RIGHT way to start my day, right here in the front row. Nothin’ to listen to but the sounds of Nature The Lord has provide me on “this day of Pentecost”. It’s a beautiful sermon, if ya just listen & let it sink in. Oh, Pete has company on the seawall, a White Heron. The/My American Flag, down by the lake, is hangin’ flat as there is NO breeze on the water this mornin’. “God Bless The Red, White, & Blue”! The ever changin’ reflection’s on the water are somewhat hypnotizin’, they seem to allow the sounds of the mornin’ to be better absorbed in my soul. Four Blue Birds are restin’ on the Power-lines runnin’ to the house. A lone Red Bird/Cardinal restin’ in the Large Oak down in the yard. So colorful they are. So vibrant! May the Peace Of The Mornin’ Be Upon You All…”Hold’em Hook”!…..BG>

…”The child in me”…

After a supper of BBQ from a local “Joint” I decided to take “Ole Chrome & Blue” for a stroll. I had to blow the dust off of him as we got outside cause it has been several days since we went out together. At 6:00 p.m. in “The Big Pell” it  was 75 degrees with a slight breeze. The activity was slow. Only two (2) bites but Two (2) landed! One Bucket Mouth tippin’ in about 3 pounds or so. The other was a Black Crappie. No that’s NOT a racist term! It weight in around 2 pounds or better. Both were fun to play with. No pics as the phone was on the charger. But there were WITNESSES! Neighbors on both sides… The child in me decided to stomp on a couple of Ant Beds along the drive way as I headed back up to the house. Just to get them buggers all worked up & angry. Another wonderful end to a blessed day…”Hold’em Hook”!…..BG>

…”Coincidence? I think NOT!”…

This mornin’ I overslept. My body clock was off! {{{ 6:30am ! }}} I’ve got to get up! Why? I don’t know? Strange…I staggered to the kitchen & loaded up both my Brides, individually flavored, Coffee & my Pot-O-Joe as well. I noticed lights on the slough so I eased out on the Deck. It was about 45 degrees outside. There were two (2) boats workin’ their way into the slough fishin’ all of the piers. Must have been Tournament Boats cause they were workin’ at a pretty good pace. Weekend Fishermen are much more relaxed & fish a little slower. It was amazin’, as I stood there. I notice, as the mornin’ light got better, how all of The Dogwood Trees were so pretty. Most of’em have bloomed already. They were catchin’ the mornin’ light & they seemed to glow. It was as though “they were lightin’ a path”? Simply beautiful! And just think “tomorrow is Palm Sunday”! Coincidence? I think NOT!…Whoa!!! The Joe’s ready-gotta go…”Hold’em Hook”!…..BG>

…”Indian cigar tree”…

Us kids, back in my years of early youth, were somewhat like animals. What I mean by that is that we were always patrollin’ “our territory”. You know, lookin’ for new experiences. Sometimes we found somethin’  but most times we didn’t. I remember there was a yard down on 3rd Ave South that had several Catawba Trees growin’ in it. Now Catawba Trees were good, to us kids for two (2) things. #1) Catawba Worms which were a free & abundant Fish Bait if you could climb a tree to pick’em. They were always available durin’ early summer months. For me they were most effective with the heads pinched off, turned inside out with a match stick, & used on a long shank Bream hook. Bream, Bass & Cat Fish could all be caught with’em. Some of us also learned we could sell’em to local Bait Shops, across from East Lake Park for pocket money. #2) Later in the Summer months the Catawba Worms would play out by the Birds that fed on’em, spinnin’ their cocoons to transform into butterflies, & of course us catchin’em for our use. The Catwaba Trees had “long green bean pods” on them that would eventually start turnin’ brown as they were gettin’ ready to split open & distribute their seeds & then fall to the ground or scatter in the winds. We always heard’em called “Indian Cigars”! I don’t remember where that came from but we did… Well guess what? Some one always seemed to have a couple of matches with’em. Now, never really knowin’ for a fact I did some research on the “Indian Cigar” this very mornin’. Here is a quote I found in an article, about the “Catawba Tree”, by Taylor Wilson from April 28, 2005 that the Native Americans smoked the bean pods of the tree for questionable “medicinal” or hallucinogenic purposes. Therefore, the tree has also been called “smoking bean,” “Indian bean” and (yep!) “Indian cigar tree.” Damn, ya just never know what you’ll find when you’re out on the prowl as a kid. We never really knew what we had, but we either puked or we were feelin’ good!…”Hold’em Hook”!…..BG>

…”the Season & Temps a changin’ “…

It’s that time of year & was a perfect afternoon for it. “Ole Chrome & Blue” & I took a stroll down to the pier. I saw some Shad disturbin’ the surface, made that 1st cast, & “Hold’em Hook”! Ended up catchin’ off of my pier then wandered over to my neighbors pier. We chatted & I was castin’. Caught three & two others got off. All “Spots” in 2 feet or less of water. All were “Bookends” but I’d proudly have take’em to the Scales. Heck even saw a flock of Pelicans fly over! Lookin’ forward to the Season & Temps a changin’…”Hold’em Hook”!…..BG>

…”Until next time my Brothers”…

Today, Saturday, My Bride & I were fortunate to be able to meetup with several/five (5) “Ole Friends” & their wives @ The Birmingham Boat Show. An event many/most of us thru the years have used as an opportunity to unite, refresh friendships, & just catch up with each other. Most of us guy’s have been runnin’ buddies from Grammar School days, High School days, Cascade Plunge, & Wahouma Ball Park days. A couple of us did time in the Military, a couple of others took the College route, as the others found their careers & started families. Yet as our Military & College Days came to an end we all just seemed to find one another as though we had never parted. Now all but two (2) of us are retired after various different career fields, families are raised, & we all brag on Grandchildren. Most of us have been Bass Fishin’ buddies since the mid to late 1970’s. A few of the others have joined us in those adventures in latter years. We just wander aimlessly just lookin’, admirin’, & dreamin’ of that Next Boat! Oh the options that are available now days along with extreme price tags! But, Toys do get expensive no matter what your interest may be. After a few hours we left the Boat Show. There we lost one couple to other activities. Yet met up with another across town for a casual dinner. The {{{{{ Cold Beer ! }}}}} began to flow as The Stories got to be “Tall Tales & Fairy Lies” of days gone by. The laughter at times got loud & out of control as one story topped the previous. But we didn’t reallyseem to care. The Management didn’t ask us to tone it down of threaten ot have us removed so I guess we didn’t offent the others around us too much. Everyone had a Yarn to tell! Too many to count. The Brides all seemed to enjoy the “Tellin’ of Tales” even as some of them, at times, really got vivid with details from yesteryear. I feel both blessed & fortunate to have shared my life & memories with these guys (& their Brides). No one bought a Boat but we had “One Hell Of A Day”! Until next time my Brothers (from different Mothers)…”Hold’em Hook”!…..BG>