Thoughts and Ideas....I'll throw a fishin' line out into the "Gray Goo-eee Matter" located somewhere in that "Bone-eee Brain House" that sits on the end of the "Broom Stick" that someone shoved up my backside on a whim so, I can try to drag one of those "fish-eee thing-eees' back out. After that I gets to toss it into this chere fryin' pan. That is, of course, if I don't swipe a "fish-eee thing-eee" out of someone-elses "fish-eee bucket" to which I'll give full credit to the someone-else that I swiped his/her "fish-eee thing-eee" out of thier "fish-eee bucket" and then toss it into this chere fryin' pan.
Language and Spellin'....I'll try to keep most of the "Gutter Talk" from gettin' into each post. Ch-yaw'll notice that I did say "TRY". As for the other, IF I can find it in Webster's...IF NOT, get ch-yaw'lls "cryin' towel" ready cause ch-yaw'll might needs it.
Laughter...Doin' my best to discover how to put it into words which is a lot harder than I thought it would be but, somewhere along the line I sure are a-hopin' that I succeed in puttin' a smile onto ch-yaw'lls faces.
Politics....Now that Can and Does get very opinionated and quite Heated around these parts. So, the "Gutter Talk" may rear its ugly head more than once. If, ch-yaw'll don't want to see it at those times then cover ch-yaw'lls eyes cause I don't provide "Eye Wash". Times are tuff--don't ch-yaw'll know.
Religion....I've got mine .. so my opinion is mine. Ch-yaw'llgot yours .. so ch-yaw'lls opinion is ch-yaw'lls. I may give my opinion. Ch-yaw'll may comment back according to ch-yaw'll opinion. BUT, we won't be a-chingin' each other's opinion, will we.
So ch-yaw'll come on in, sits it down and puts ch-yaw'll feets up and see if ch-yaw'll might find somthin' that'll catch ch-yaw'lls intrest for awhile. Ch-yaw'll be sure to leave me a comment so I'll know how my "fish-eee thing-eees" are a-cookin' in this chere fryin' pan.
I hears ya, .. I HEARS YA. Damn, my bird sa squawkin', the cat sa yowlin' and I needs my cup of Hot Tea with it "little ole splash" of Bourbon to help take the chill off.
So ch-yaw'll come on back and see what I pulled out of my "fish-eee bucket" .... ch-ear. Miss Em
Old enough to know better but yet young enough to keep trying until I get it right. Now, that's going to take a very
The end of time is a comin so I might as well have some fun before Gabriel's horn comes a blowin.
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Sunday, March 27, 2011
A Wet - Wet Saturday
Well about 10:30a B-B (Best Bud) walked into the front room where I was sitting with my coffee cup stuck to my face and my eyes glued to the weather channel and asked me what I was doing? My first thought was he needs glasses. My second thought was if he can see what I'm doing then "why is he asking?" My third thought is the one that he heard..."Nothing." (Glad I moved the cup before I answered for what was left of my coffee would have dribbled down my chin and past the gallon "milk-juggs" attached to the chest.)
The next thing I hear is" want to go fishing?"
The weather channel shows it's going to be a wet and chilly week-end. I've given serious thought to laundry, cleaning the kitchen and bathroom and continue to perp the dining room by removing more of my pack-ratting that's still stacked around waiting for me to make a decision on whether it stays or goes. All the while the thought of EEEeeee-gods how I hate doing those things floats around in the back of the grey goo.
The ONLY words I hear coming from my mouth is "how much time do I have before we leave?" I just had to ask since I still had on a casual-scroungy-sit-around-the-house clothes and fishing called for different clothing. He gave me 20 minutes. So, its a mad dash to the bedroom to find my double layered workout pants that make a swishing sound when you walk and a clean but not to cared about T-shirt. Grab the nylon vest from the back of the closet--zipper pockets for the plastic bags for the cell phone, the wallet with ID, cash and of course the Fishing License. Rush to the kitchen to dig out the plastic bags and my bottle of tea mixture. Head back to the front room for the purse to find those necessary items just mentioned. Then it's don't forget to put "Doodlebug" [the cocktiel] in front of the TV so he has something that entertains him while we're gone for most of the day. And, yes he does watch TV. Charge back track thru the kitchen to the garage so I can get my pole and bag. Then it's open the garage door and quickly put them in the back of the truck. Ask B-B if he has everything he needs from the garage before I put the garage door down and secure it. Rush back thru the house, checking the patio doors as I go and finially its out the front door where you stop just long enough to double lock.
TOTAL TIME: 25 minutes Yep, I can really move when I need to...and fishing is a "need to".
Well, by the time we got to Little River where the White Bass have been gathering for their breeding run it had started to rain. It was a lite drizzle when we left so I didn't think anything about it but by the time we got to Rope Mill park and I got my line set with a Rooster tail (white) it was coming down a good deal more than a drizzle but not enough to say "Screw it". I headed for the banks of the river near where the old bridge had been at because its a bit deeper there and Bass seem to like deep pools and structure. As I walk past the tree line, I can see that the banks are a lot wetter than I was hope-in. Anyone who lives here can tell you that good old Georgia mud has a lot of clay in it which means that when it gets wet, its slicker than "Owl Sh!t". My thought was O-kay today you really need to watch where you put your feet or one of two thing will happen and neither will be pleasant. As I'm getting set to toss out my line a big Bass swirls the water with half of its body out of the water. Now, that's the area where I need to start tossing my lure...several minutes go by along with about 2 dozen casts and I'm not even tempting the bugger. So I give up on him and head closer to the old bridge buttresses and start casting.....nothing--nada--zip. And I was there for a good 20 minutes. Now as I look up-stream I make the decision to walk the quarter mile to the old dam buttresses and rocks that are making the white water in the area. Got to be something in that area...right. After getting there I very carefully make my way down the rock mainly because they are wet and very, very slick. The banks are still slick as "Owl Shl!t" so I pick the most levelest spot and start casting. Second cast the line gets hung up on some rocks and during the quick jerk.......I lean back just a "little" and my feet slid right out from under me and I am very quickly looking into swirling water as it slides with great speed over the rocks. A couple of more inches I would have been joining the water as my backside slid across that flat rock in front of me and into a swirling pool of cold frothy water.
No I did not get hurt--thankfully--unless you consider my pride which was sorely wounded.
I managed to get my feet back under me and slowly made my way over to a more shallow still-water area where I washed the sandy-clayish mud from my reel and hands. Afterwards I looked the area over again and said to myself maybe a dryer day would be better and slowly climbed my way back up over the bank and past the tree-line. I found B-B a short ways down from where I had been and went to talk to him. That's when I discovered that he had 2 Bass on his stringer. Damn.......Just Damn And to rub salt on my poor throbbing backside he caught two more before I could get set up about 30 feet from where he was at. My luck isn't getting any better. About that time he hollered at me "Why are your pants muddy?" I just glared at him as he laughed.
A few minutes later another person trying his luck on this wet day stopped and asked me if I was having any luck. My answer ....
"The only thing I caught today is a "Muddy Butt".
The man started to laugh and said "I hope your luck improves." As I watched him walk away I could still hear him snickering as he shook his head. After a few minutes I had to snicker at what I had said because the thought went thru my head that I had caught the largest thing on the River that day. About 1 hour later we called it quits and headed back to the house with me sitting on one of B-B's extra shirts that he keeps in the truck so my "Muddy Butt" wouldn't get his seat dirty.
So ends the story of a Wet-Wet Saturday.... "Muddy Butt" and all.