Sunday, April 30, 2017

Nothing

Nothing to report, or bitch about, or opinions to share, carry on.

Friday, April 28, 2017

What a big un
















Caught my biggest crappie to date yesterday, 7.5 inches but they have to be 10 inches to keep.

A cow on the other side had interesting coloring.

I decided to try THE PIZZA COMPANY, went to visit Shawn while they were making as it takes them half an hour and she just lives a block away, then I picked it up and went back to her place to share it. Not impressed with it, I make much better pizza than that. Someone in this town needs to start a real fucking pizza place.

Thursday, April 27, 2017

Fucking wild chicks














That fucking wild chick with the ten kids was terrorizing my back yard so I tossed them a few hand fulls of bird seed in payment for not shitting on my porch and eating the cat food, sometimes all you can do is pay the bribe.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Nice fish









Jayme, a lady that lives where I’m from is a avid outdoors type and look at a couple of nice salmon she caught the other day. Ya won’t catch anything like that here. Fresh salmon is damn good eating.

Monday, April 24, 2017

Wut da hell iz dat?










I have no idea wut dat iz about but it iz at Mullins Park.

I took the fire pit I made a few years ago and three boxes of wood but didn’t want to use my nice pot on a wood fire, dat is why I made cold coffee. It isn’t so bad, better than no coffee. I keep a few cans of Sterno in the truck at all times but didn’t bother using it either.

The first boat to launch on Wednesday was an older man and woman and it took them about 45 minutes to get it launched. He was a quite easy going guy and she was a hunched back woman with a big fucking mouth with a voice that really carried and she was ragging on his poor ass all the time. I was hoping he would drop her on the other side of the bayou so she could get lost in the woods.

After they finely got the boat in the water while she shouted directions ragging on his poor ass the motor wouldn’t start, surprisingly she didn’t have anything to say about that, I figure she could have ragged on his poor ass for an hour about that. But they wandered up stream with an electric trolling motor and I could still hear her a quarter mile away. Only thing I admired about her was that she could cuss like a fucking miner.

Just after they returned to trailer the boat another couple showed up from down stream and the guy helped the old guy get the boat on the trailer so they wouldn’t be waiting half an hour being as loud mouth was only good for shouting directions. So I went over to talk to the young lady in the other boat, she had caught a nice 14 inch crappie.

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Mo bout dat















The way I devised to keep the umbrella from falling over in a breeze works good but I’m not as happy with an umbrella as I thought I would be. And I picked the wrong color, it collects a lot of heat and you sure don’t need more heat here. Maybe I’ll just go back to using a tarp, they work better.

Primitive out there, just a few garbage cans. No fire rings, shitters, etc. So I set up the portable throne room cuz a king needs a fine place to take a shit. I’ve been known too shit in the woods but at my age I prefer not to.

A fish cop showed up, no big deal, just checked my license, don’t they ever check to see if you have anything that isn’t legal? I’ve never been checked for that.