…”maybe ya just had to be there”…

There was a time, way back when, when we , our family, would every now & then go on a day trip to different places with another family. Friends of our. Our kids were just a couple of years apart. In each family there was a son & daughter. So the trips & days went well. On this particular day we were headed to Tallapoosa, GA. Our destination was for two stores right next door to each other. One was a Golf Supply Outlet & the other was a Year Round Christmas Store. Now, I’ll let y’all guess who was headed to which stores. The other family just happened to have a Mini Van & we all fit in it just fine. The bad thing was the other Father, he’s an “Ole Tater Chip Salesman”, would drive. I always questioned his “Man Hood” as he just looked too happy to be drivin’ a “Mini Van”! The highlight of the day happened as we were approachin’ downtown Tallapoosa, GA. It ain’t a real big town. We came in on GA Hwy #100, crossed over the ole Rail Road Tracks, turned on to US Hwy 78 & were slowly easin’ down main street. Now Tallapoosa, GA. is an OLD COUNTRY TOWN. The Ole side walks were elevated, had roofs extendin’ out over the ole sidewalks for shade & to keep the rain off of ya I guess. They were real narrow. With everything in such close proximity there, ya know, really made things reverberate underneath’em, pretty damn loud (remember that). Folks were leisurely  strollin’ along lookin’ as though they had no where to be in a hurry, as ole Country Folk do. As we eased along I noticed an Ole Dog, “Ole Blue” I called ’em, & he was just followin’ is nose along the side walk. Now “Ole Blue” was a TRIPOD! He was long legged, ribs was slightly showin’, he was just lopin’ along & had a pretty good gait goin’ too, for an Ole Tripod. I guess he was either sniffin’ out who all had been cruisin’ his territory as dogs do or he was sniffin’ for a tasty snack, dropped from some of the Saturday Strollers. Well I was ridin’ “Shotgun” & spotted “Ole Blue” bout a 1/2 a block in front of us. Well, I don’t know why it did but a strange hankerin’ was comin’ on me. The closer we got to “Ole Blue” the more excited I got. I kinda felt like a Cat, crouched down gettin’ ready to pounce. The only difference was my tail, cause I don’t have one, wasn’t twiitchin’ the closer we got to’em. There were conversations goin’ on inside the Mini Van so everyone was preoccupied & not payin’ any attention to me & they hadn’t seen “Ole Blue” yet. As I eased my window down, the attention shifted to me. A couple of folks was askin’, in unison, “why are you lettin’ the AC out”? The whole time I was easin’ my arm out the window, I sat up tall in my seat & {{{{{ WHAM! – WHAM! – WHAM!!! }}}}} I beat on the side of that Mini Van, scarin’ the hell out of everyone in it. The guy drivin’ didn’t know if he’d hit somethin’ or someone had hit him! At the same time I was doin’ my best imitation of a “BIG DOG” barkin’, {{{{{ Arrrr! – Arrrr! – Arrrr – Arrr!!! }}}}}. My Bride & my children figured it out pretty quick. They know me! The driver’s wife & kids were still tryin’ to figure out what their Dad/Her Husband had hit!. “Ole Blue” flung his head around, tucked his tail between his legs, as though there was a BIG Ole Dog about to take off part of his ass! He was tryin’ to get some traction to get the hell out of there. It was kinda like his clutch was slippin’! His ole long lanky legs were goin’ thru the motions but he just wasn’t gettin’ no where. Bout that time his ole paws caught traction, he flung his ole head back to the left & {{{{{ WHAM ! }}}}}. Right into the side of the buildin’, face first! {{{{{ Rrr – Rrr – Rrr – Rrr!!! }}}}} the whole time & down he went!. He finally got up, still just a hollerin’ {{{{{ Rrr – Rrr – Rrr – Rrr!!! }}}}} & took out around the corner & he never checked up!!! I laughed so hard my ribs & throat were hurtin’. Like a chain reaction, from the others in the “Mini Van”, all began to break out in laughter as well. Except for “Ole Tater Chip Salesman” he was still tryin’ to figure out what just happened to his “MiniVan”. I don’t know, maybe ya just had to be there. We didn’t buy anything that day but it was pretty entertain’ for me I must say…”Hold’em Hook”!…..BG>

…”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>

…”Yep, Lake Life!”…

Today my Bride & daughter, havein’ returned yesterday from their “Girls Beach Week”, were kinda just veggin’ out. I spent a little over an hour out on The Deck finishin’ up my Mugs-O-Joe. Well, the mornin’ just drug on. Lunch time came & went by quickly. I decided I was goin’ to go get in the lake. I needed to gas up the Pontoon Boat & piddle around down on the pier anyway. So I went & dug out my “Ole Speedo”, slipped it on, checked myself out in the mirror, yep, lookin’ good! I gathered up three of my 6-gal gas tanks from the basement, loaded’em on the Pickup Truck, grabbed my rod with “Ole Chrome & Blue” tied on & down the driveway I went. I gathered up all five of our water floats, got in the water with’em and washed’em down good. Re-stacked four of’em & I took the other one out in the slough to just bask amongst the light breeze & ripples on the water. Layin ‘ out there lookin’ up I saw a couple of Osprey circlin’ over head lookin’ for a meal. After about an hour I got out of the water secured all the floats & put the 18 gals of gas in the Pontoon. I dug out a couple of hammocks from the storage locker on the pier & hung’em as well. I got out the Catfish food and fed the fish around the pier. Looked like Piranha boilin’ the water! The hammocks were swayin’ in the breeze & one of’em caught my attention. Thirty minutes later I woke up & realized I needed to head back up to the house. I gathered up the empty gas cans & the unused rod & backed the truck back up the hill. Yep, Lake Life! What a nice way to spend an afternoon…”Hold’em Hook”!…..BG>

…”Now, what to do with the rest of my day”…

20160928_080352_1475069248953_resized{{{{{ Yaaawn }}}}} & Streachin’! It was 5:00am…Gonna sleep in. Nope, it didn’t happen, 5:15am & I’m risin’. I get up slowly & entertain myself with all of the “Snap, Crackle, & Pop” sounds comin’ from my joints (I said my JOINTS!) I slowly head to do my personal business then on to Joe Station & get that ole trusty Pot to makin’ that “Magic Elixir” to kick my mornin’ off. Stepped out on the Deck & could tell it was goin’ to be another beautiful day. Checked-in on the World News & The Web. Not too much real excitin’ either place. I decided to head down to the water just to see what was happenin’ I grabbed a rod & reel with a “Lunker Lure” on it. As I eased down the driveway to the water the dogs next door sort of half way barked as they realized who I was. Hum-m-m I could tell there was no breeze as My/The Flag was hangin’ limp on the pole. A pair of Mallards scurried of the pier, for the water, as I got to close for their comfort. Quackin’ somethin’ awful. Wish I could’ve understood’em. Ole “Pete” our resident Blue Heron also let it be known I was interruptin’ his mornin’ fishin’ as he too squawked off.  Out my peripheral vision (that phrase surprised some of ya didn’t it!) I noticed a slight swirl on the surface off to my right about 25 to 30 feet off of the seawall. I quickly cocked, cast, & about 3 cranks of the handle and there {{{ SPLASH }}} he was…waited to feel the pressure, as the rod tip loaded up, & I set the hook! I called out “Hold’em Hook”! Me & Mr Spot played around for a few minutes, him tryin’ to throw that “Lunker Lure” & me enjoyin’ every moment of it. I finally got’em in, admired him for a moment, & released him to fight another day. I do so love catch Spotted Bass. One Cast & One Fish! It don’t get no better than that folks, so, I turned  around & head for the house & the Pot-O-Joe callin’ my name. Later on I checked in with my Bride, down at the Beach, all was well with her. After my second Mug-O-Joe I decided to go straddle that Ole H-D down in the basement & go put the wind in my face for a while before it got Too HOT to really enjoy it. 75miles later I’m back here at the house puttin’ the Ole H-D back in it’s stall there next to the “Ranger”. I look at some hooks layin’ on the deck of it & I think they were rustin’ from lack of use. I need to get it out & blow the dust off of it soon. Lunch was served, by me to me. Yep, left over Pot Roast & Veggies. It has been a busy mornin”. Now, what to do with the rest of my day… I’ll figure somethin’ out I sure…”Hold’em Hook”!…..BG>

…”so I trudged back up”…

20150613_125051_resizedToday has really been a laid back Sunday afternoon. After lunch my Bride decided she wanted to watch “My Show! My Show”! So that meant I was banished to The Cave. Yeah, “it’s a hard life but somebody’s gotta do it”. It might as well be Me! After bein’ down there a short time I decided to lumber down to the water & just check things out. I was sittin’ in the swing on the pier just relaxin’ & soakin’ the peace & quiet in. There were just a few boats out on the lake in our area. I heard my (favorite) neighbors walkin’ down to their pier. I throw up a friendly wave & they returned it with one. They got in the water on some floatin’ chairs & enjoyin’ the same peace & quiet. The sun moved behind some clouds, a slight breeze picked up, & the motion of the swing got my attention. I shuffled over to the pontoon boat, dug out a Life Jacket, shuffled back to the swing, folded the Life Jacket in the proper pillow shape, got the swing goin’ like I wanted it, laid down & got TOTALLY RELAXED! Thirty (30) minutes later I wake up with a light rain blowin’ in on my face. What a way to ruin a good nap! Oh well, so I trudged back up to The Cave & here I am! Hope y’all have as good of an afternoon as I have had…”Hold’em Hook”…..BG>

Part #2: …”until NEXT TIME”…

Part #2: “until NEXT TIME”

For some reason it is always entertainin’ to watch/see someone take a Nose Dive” in or out of a boat. And let me say we weren’t let down this trip! On day Three (3) we were @ the Boat Launch gettin’ ready to launch for the day. I set my boat positioned for launch, at the top of the Ramp, get out & start takin’ off my Motor-Toter & store it. Then on to my tie-down straps released & unhooked. Then I get distracted y some activity or conversation, I really don’t remember now, Get the Life Jackets out & Kill Switch in position. Someone, I don’t remember who, asked “aren’t you goin’ to unhook your Bow Line”? Hell no! I’ve seen too many boats thru the years slid off of trailers. I unhook when I get it down at the waters edge. So The Ole APC Mechanic hops in the Expedition, stretchin’ as best he could to reach the peddles, as the power seat no longer adjusts, but it fits me just fine. Down the ramp he goes. He stops at the waters edge, I unhook the Bow Line, get in the boat & flag’em on down. I crank the   Big Motor, kick it in gear (reverse of course) to gently slide on into the water. Nope! I gas it a little more. Nope! I flag to The APC Mechanic & yell “Mon-Back”! Nope! By now the boat is almost sideways on the trailer. Ho-o-o-o-o! Ho-o-o-o Damn-it! I kick it out of gear, go to the back & realize I released both trailer hooks on the back of the boat but only took ONE (1) off. Laughter breaks out from all standin’ around. Yep! I looked like a FOOL! So I slip off my jacket, push up my sleeve & reach as far down as I could, finally get the ratchet release loose, & unhook the boat. Somewhere there there’s a picture of this mishap, but it hasn’t surfaced yet, it’s only a matter of time though. It finally drifts off fine, no damage done to the boat & I’m just embarrassed a little….”until Next Time”…(to be continued)…”Hold’em Hook”!…..BG>

…”until NEXT TIME”…

Part #1: “until NEXT TIME”

I got home yesterday (Wednesday – May 3) afternoon from a four (4) day fishin’ trip with five (5) Ole Friends. Somethin’ most of us have been doin’ together, annually, since 1979. There are others that have been a part of this annual trip but this year it consisted only of The Banker, The Ole Marine, The Rail Road Guy (newbie), The APC Mechanic (newbie) , & The Parts Man. Several of us go as far back as Elementary School together. But, ALL of us were “Runnin’ Buddies” in High School, even though we went to different High Schools. Five (5) of the six (6) of us are Retired. The Banker is workin’ his way there though, slowly. There were some wonderful meals, supper after long days on the water, provided for us by The Banker. Let me just say “we ate High on the Hog” for three (3) nights straight. It’s a long was from the ole days of “Blackened Bologna” @ Blounts Fish Camp on Lake Talquin! There were several entertain’ moments on this trip, as always. At one point we were all, three (3) boats, gathered on a point, dodgin’ the high winds & waves. I was fortunate enough to hook a fish. The Ole Marine, who just happened to be behind me, also referred to as “Net Boy” (a name well earned thru the years) swung into action, I’m talkin’ “Lightenin’ Speed Reflexes” kicked-in. Not even thinkin’ about or plannin’ it, he got to show case his talents in front of his two (2) sons, that came to join us for one (1) day on the water. And I must say they were both impressed by the skills of their Dad with a Dip Net. One of them even commented, as he was laughin’ like hell @ his Ole Man, “I’ve heard the Stories thru the years about “Net Boy” but  I had seen him in action for myself! By then we had all begun to laughin’ at the Skills of “Net Boy” & the comments of his son…”until Next Time”!…(to be continued)