Imprints of Life
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My worst fear is dying and my wife selling all my stuff for what I told her it cost. unknown.http://everyday-carry.com/
"Super Memories"
Although not of age to purchase this adult beverage after Super Bowl IX, but with no age restrictions at that time from pilfering it from my fathers stash and celebrating, not to mention 3 more ring's by the evening of 1/20/1980, Ahh... the last time I could call Pittsburgh PA. my home. Bradshaw, Bleier, Swann, Stallworth, Greene, Lambert and the amazing Franco Harris the "immaculate reception" definitely one of those where were you when that happened? moments. What a great finish to the NFL season, at least for me, born on the south side of Chicago (politically correct or not Jay Cutler is a Vagina!) summered in Wisconsin went to high school in Pittsburgh (School colors BLACK & GOLD)
and had a J E T S leather sleeved jacket as a kid,
(you would swear I was Joe Namath) at least that what I thought.
Well maybe not.War Eagle!
Toomer's corner Auburn, Al.
Going to elementary school in the Great State of Alabama meant when your teacher asked, what do you want to be when you grow up? She didn't mean a doctor or an astronaut it was more important than a career, it was time to declare your allegiance "Roll Tide!" or "War Eagle!" and thank God I made the right choice.
My Mind Is Freewheeling
Some mornings when I awake it feels as though the night has been a war zone, a constant battle of good vs. evil, my mind a tattered collage of images the senseless ramblings of a madman! I have also noticed on more than one occasion my face seems to be showing the marks of a battle. Then it occurred to me...
Was it Possible? By day a mild mannered tradesman but by night
"The Real American Hero" GI Joe?
Judge for yourselves.
Was it Possible? By day a mild mannered tradesman but by night
"The Real American Hero" GI Joe?
Judge for yourselves.
"Out Fished"
Well it was bound to happen, I usually pick my fishing partners more carefully
(and with less skill/luck) call it fate or destiny either way at the end of the day I got schooled.
(and with less skill/luck) call it fate or destiny either way at the end of the day I got schooled.
Back To The Basic's
Crooked River Clermont, Fl
No cast net
No shrimp
No driving
all the way to the coast only to find it's low tide,
Just a hand full of jigs and it's
Dinner, well at least what was left.
Freedom From Tackle Boxes
My newest creation that earns me absolutely no $.
But a very cool way of carrying some tackle out for
a quick trip on the kayak.
Free Lunch
This Spider has been living by my front door for about a month, but today his stock went up, rather than me getting hit in the side of the head like a common interloper as I attempted to access to my domicile by this unpleasant winged creature, I was pleased to learn while away this arachnid and I shared a common goal of hard work and the tireless task of protecting my home.
Pick Your Poison
So a big thanks to http://stormdrane.blogspot.com/ for all the instruction and inspiration in the art of Knotting.
To all you kids out there remember Don't Start and you wont have to quit, It's no fun being a
Back From The Glades
The fishing was a little slow and and the weather a bit blistery, actually the water temp was 92 degrees and the air temp was much higher, but we had a good time, it just took more ice. I will post the group photo as soon as America's most wanted reviews/releases it. But I would be remiss in not offering props to my fishing partner, Who not being deterred by the sweltering conditions, attempted and was successful in pulling off the "trashcan slam" (Ladyfish-Crevalle Jack-Gafftopsail Catfish). Hooray!
Not your usual "Road Kill"
Imagine hitting this with your Mini Cooper or Hummer, either way it still had to leave a mark.
The buzzards were scared to eat it!
Honey were not leaving that dog out here injured get a blanket and...
What the *%#& is that?
What the *%#& is that?
RUN FOR YOUR LIFEEEEEE!!!!
Warm-Up For Snook, Trout, Red's and Snapper.
Just got back from Lake Annie... A little tuneup for the everglades, Marla's brand new rod and reel (which she has never used ) performed flawlessly.
Chokoloskee Island
Last year in the Everglades and it's about two weeks until we go back. http://www.chokoloskee.com/Marina.html
Trailer Trash
Spent the weekend relaxing at Avon Park Air Force Range,
Friday was cold, windy and wet and then by evening the weather
took a turn for the worse... by Saturday just cold and windy and
Sunday? well sunny, cold and windy, ahhh heaven.
But with free pine and old semi truck rim we were
pumping out 75'000 BTU's, a few adult beverages
later and it was just right.
The Last Free Launch
Trolling Lake Marion on monday afternoon one of the last "free"
boat ramps in this area, I guess by free I mean we're not
paying taxes to maintain it and launch fee's too!
Freedom Of Choice
Not an easy decision sometimes, " you had better decide whether your hanging on the cross or banging in the nails " a powerful line from the new Mel Gibson film Edge Of Darkness. That statement does invoke the inevitable point of choosing a side, the Saint or the Sinner? Is there an easier way for the undiagnosed depressionist that somehow, I fear lives in all of us? That is without 30mg of Lexapro a few times a day. Perhaps the answer lies in a higher education (that will however exclude me)
or maybe achieving the ultimate level of Zen,
"When you're deluded, every statement is an ulcer; when you're enlightened, every word is wisdom" although I fear Buddhism might actually be grabbing a hammer.The answer is simple if you don't have an allergy to the truth or the label "Sociopath" just trust your conscience.
or maybe achieving the ultimate level of Zen,
"When you're deluded, every statement is an ulcer; when you're enlightened, every word is wisdom" although I fear Buddhism might actually be grabbing a hammer.The answer is simple if you don't have an allergy to the truth or the label "Sociopath" just trust your conscience.
Freedom
As a boy in 1970's Alabama I knew what freedom was and I fought some day's tirelessly to preserve it. Joe and I with an ever watchful eye on the perimeter would on occasion have to expose the threat that lay only inches from the surface, a swift kick and a hasty retreat to the bunker was usually enough to awaken the sleeping cells. As we readied ourselves atop the hill our enemies would inevitably show, small in stature but great in numbers and strength, hoards of carpenter ants would break the ridge, pinchers raised and antennas scanning their horizon. Armed only with a youthful eye and reflexes I wielded my older brothers single pump crosman BB gun with drone like precision in the eradication of my enemy, at least that's what I imagined Joe told me after the battle ended.
Now my Father free to build his cabin and my mother free to prepare her blackberry cobbler, safe from tyranny and oppression that only five minutes ago threatened their very souls, and to which they were totally oblivious to.
So THANK YOU ! to the warrior atop the hill who protects me,
oblivious or not I am in your debt.
Now my Father free to build his cabin and my mother free to prepare her blackberry cobbler, safe from tyranny and oppression that only five minutes ago threatened their very souls, and to which they were totally oblivious to.
So THANK YOU ! to the warrior atop the hill who protects me,
oblivious or not I am in your debt.
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