…” A good day I must say!”…

Yesterday a friend of mine, my Son’s Father-in-law, texted me inquirin’ if I wanted to go for a Motorcycle ride. He was here this mornin’ @ 10:00 a.m., on his BMW Motorcycle, as we had agreed on. I had gotten the “Ole H-D” out of the basement (earlier) & was ready. We pulled out headin’ for the Talladega National Forrest in Heflin to ride the Scenic  Parkway Drive. Wow! Ya shoulda seen all of the dust that blew off of the Ole H-D. Not to mention the Spiders a trailin’ behind from their silky web strans. Just swingin’ in the breeze till they let loose or were just flung off. It was a beautiful day for a ride. We cruised the Back Roads all along the way. Our first real sight was on Raceway Boulivard as we rode past the Talladega (DEGA!) Raceway. There were a LOT of folks already set up in the Camp Grounds & traffic was backin’ up tryin’ to make it to their Special Sites. On to Oxford via Hwy 78E to the H-D Store as I needed to get some engine oil. Also had them check out a funny sound, they didn’t find anything though. While there I ran into an Ole Friend, a young lady who was a customer of mine @ Magic Chef durin’ my workin’ years, there. I gotta hug, ofcourse, as wwe caught up. Still pretty as ever! I also ran into the son of an Ole Friend, that I used to call on @ Russell Corporation, in Alexander City. Got to visit briefly with him as well. But NO HUGGIN! Just a good manly hand shake! Ya just never know who you’ll run into. Off to lunch we went @ a local BBQ restaurant. After an enjoyable lunch & visit we headed out to Heflin, AL  still riddin’ up Hwy 78E to the Scenic Parkway Drine for the Talladega National Forrest. It was a wonderful windin’ twistin’ ride. We stpped @ a Scenic Overview there, met & spoke with an Ole Marine from North GA. An interestin’ gentleman I must say. We parted ways with the Ole Marine & on to the top! AS we crested the top the Restaurant/Office Buildin’ was pretty busy so down we headed on down the back side of the mountain. We came out on Hwy 21 in Munford, headed on toward the City of Talladega, passed thru there an on back to the house in The Big Pell! That was a very enjoyable 100 mile roundtrip ride. My riddin’ mate for the day took a quick breather here then on back to The Ham for him. A good day I must say!…”Hold’em Hook”!…..BG>

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…”it’ll be ready should we need it”…

It’s “GAME DAY”! Oh & Hurricane NATE is ah knockin’ on the the door of the Gulf Coast! I hope all you folks directly in it’s path are prepared. God be with you all. For us, here in “The Big Pell”, it looks as though we’re goin’ to get a Big Blow out of it tomorrow & for the next few days we’re also goin’ to have “a bad case of DAMP ASS” here. Thank goodness we don’t live in a low area. I’ll get the the Gen Set set up here in just a little while so it’ll be ready should we need it tomorrow. Y’all keep an eye & a ear out for the Weather Conditions & Warnin’s in your areas. I hope your College Teams fare well today. Unless your for em “Aggies”, Texas A&M! {{{{{ ROLL TIDE TOLL ! }}}}}…..BG>

…”It’s the little things in life”…

Yesterday mornin’ I was handed a Grocery List & was pointed in the direction of the Grocery Store. Well how hard can that be? As for me, well, that damn Grocery List always seem to get me in trouble. It seems like there are always items that come home that weren’t on that Grocery List! I realize I’m probably in the vast minority of people that this happens to. But as far as I was concerned it was a good shoppin’ trip. And as usual, I was reminded how simple of a list it was. I never claimed to be a good shopper anyway. From there my day rebounded. I received a return call from a friend (he’s a Financial Advisor) about lunch we had been tryin’ to set up for a while. I told him I was goin’ to be headin’ to “The Ham” for an evenin’ get together so we decided to meet 1/2 way along my route. I arrived a little early which is usual for me. To my good fortune I happened to run into a cousin of mine, that I hadn’t seen in a while, that had been havin’ lunch with some of her friends. We spent about 10 to 15 minutes catchin’ up on the others family & other topics as well. It was very enjoyable. The Financial Advisor arrived & my cousin left. Ya never know who you’ll run into! The Financial Advisor & I caught up over lunch. We weren’t there to discuss business just to catch up on each other. It was very relaxin’ to just talk. Business never came up! A short lunch seemed to turn into a 2 hour period of total relaxation. We bid each other a farewell as he had to return to the financial grind & I had time to burn, before my later engagement. So as fate would have it the Bass Pro Shops facility just happened to be along my route as well. So I popped  in there to kill a little time & see what I needed. After perusing the various departments & examinin’ items of interest, I exited there with the same amount of money, in my pocket, as I entered with. I headed back to “Ole Big Red”, my trusty old Expedition, cranked up my tunes & headed toward “The Ham” for my evenin’ get together. Again I was a little early as was one another friend who was there for for the evenin’ get together. As we were catchin’ up a couple of others arrived. Oh & by Couple I mean TWO (2) other friends arrived right on time. About an hour went by & another couple of folks came in. And again by couple I mean Two (2) other friends (husband & wife) joined us. The Six (6) of us laughed as we caught up, shared stories, & talked about others that weren’t there. those that were too busy, too tired, too sick, too poor, or too far away. Yeah, probably YOU! As the Witchin’ Hour, 8:00 p.m., drew near the small group thinned as usual. I departed shortly after the Witchin’ Hour myself as the last Two (husband & wife) were orderin’ them somethin to eat. It was just a handful of folks but an enjoyable evenin’. As “Ole Big Red” & I made our way back to “The Big Pell” I had all of the windows down, the Sun Roof open, my favorite Oldies Cranked Up just enjoyin’ the 70 degree evenin’ air whippin’ thru “Ole Big Red”, as it also sucked all of the dust out of it. The Moon was Full, Bright & there wasn’t a single cloud in sight. MY 45minute drive went by too quick as I found myself turnin’ into my driveway. I coasted down to where the Garbage Can is kept, hooked it to the trailer hitch & back up the 200 ft long driveway I went, so I wouldn’t have to do it before the sun comes up in the mornin’. It’s the little things in life. Good night all..”Hold’em Hook”!…..BG>

…”& back on the Stove”…

 Yesterday mornin’ had been some what normal. I got up at 4:30 a.m. while my Bride was gettin’ ready for work. Got the “Joe” to workin’ to deliver that Magical Elixir I now seem to require in the mornin’s. The alarm went off to let me know it was ready in just a short time. Poured my 1st Mug of the mornin’ so it could cool just a tad while I choked down a banana & a small cup of dry Cheerios “The Breakfast of Champions” around this house. Got Mug #2 for the road as I wet to work, yesterday was Friday, no excitement there. Got home poured up Mug #3 as the pot emptied out. I started to work on a 7qt Pot of Chili for today, “Game Day”! It’s a process, you other Chili cookers out there know of what I speak. As I was gettin’ my onions chopped up {{{ DING DONG ! }}}…Seems I was on the “Hit List” for a visit from the good folks from the local “Kingdoms Hall”. I was polite, told’em I didn’t want to shake hands as I was in the middle of Choppin’ Onions. They understood, I refused their print out greeted’em a good day & got back to my Onion Choppin’. I get all of my fixin’s thrown into my 7qt pot then simmer it for 4 hours at a minimum, stirrin’ as needed & add a cup of water, or so, occasionally as it needs some replaced. Got folks commin’ today & will had the Grands last night. Always look forward to that. The New/Next Generation of my genes. Now let THAT sink in! Today I’ll be prayin’ for Auburn, as they are from my State of Alabama, & cause I think they’re goin’ to need it. There’s a lot goin’ on down there on The Plains. But I’ll be hollerin’ “ROLL TIDE ROLL” as usual. Got to go, time to get the Chili out of the Frig & back on the Stove. {{{{{ ROLL TIDE ROLL ! }}}}}…”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…)

 

…”especially one on one”…

I received a phone call this mornin’ after I had left the gym, where I had been workin’ out, today was day 2 of this week. I aim for 3 days a week. It was an ole friend (Ole Ax3 Manager), another Ole Curry Tech Kid, an ole East Lake Park Fisherman, and “Brother” since High School. He invited me to ride over to “The Peach State”with him so he could get him Lottery Tickets for tonight’s drawin’. He allowed me time to get home & clean up & then we met up at his place on the lake. We got in ahead of the main crowd. He got his tickets, I already had purchased mine, the other day. On the way back we, Ole Ax3 & I, attacked a “Truck Stop Buffet” for lunch. I must admit, not only did we get our money’s worth, but we put a dent in that rascal. I forgot how much I used to really like eattin’ in those places back when I drove a “Rig” in the early years of my career. I really enjoyed catchin’ up with Ole Ax3, especially one on one. Yeah, it was a good day…Hold’em Hook”!…..BG>