No, I didn't make it to the camp today, this photo is from my files.But, the water is going down slowly.
I got stuck down near the Old Prairie yesterday evening, Vivian jinxed me by saying "don't get stuck".
I spotted a leak in a gas pipeline, because it was under water, and tried to get closer. I called cousin Max and he came down and tried to pull me out , but no luck. I went back down there with our Stretch Jeep and a strap and snatched it out all by myself, then came and got Vivian to ride down there and drive one of them out.
I saw three deer in the prairie while doing it.
The Almanac calls for more showers, heck the rest of this month is going to be wet and cold. It's so cold that Lawyers have their hands in their own pockets.
That's funnier than a one legged cat trying to bury a turd on a frozen pond.
I found a place on the Internet that's selling cypress knees for 6-8 bucks.
I can make a fortune ! Hold on while I do some math...................
Looks like if I sneak down there and saw off 166,666 cypress knees, I'll have a million bucks !
Jerry Clower sold cuckle burrs to city slickers as porcupine eggs. I wonder if someone could get arrested for stealing cuckle burrs?
Hey, Kewl, if I make 2800 bucks a day for year it'll be a million !!
That's only 456 cypress knees a day ! Dang, I don't think there is that many. Now there's more than enough cuckle burrs !
The Lord has told me, that if my readers will send me a million bucks
I will stop all this cypress knee talk and get back tom the river report...
Ya'll don't get discouraged in me, it's not easy writing about something I can't get to.. My poor dogs follow me down the road, they cross several sloughs until we get to the big one, then turn right around and come home, cold and wet.
Here's one from the archives...My Dad Milton and my Uncle Bob Kyle took me down to Stillwell's Camp when I was about 11 or 12. They decided that I needed to shoot the sawed off 12 gauge shotgun. I think I pulled both triggers or something and it kicked up and cut my nose. Then these two responsible adults went on and got the truck stuck, with me bleeding. They picked up a limb and had me sit on it so they could carry me out. Bleeding, crying and embarrassed. When my Momma, saved me from those two, she took me to the doctor and I got a butterfly bandage.
Thats the next thing to a stitch, no really...Well, laugh if you must, but it still hurts when I poke at it long enough.
Dad was real good at getting stuck, and he had me and a come-a-long to get him out. One time, we were in his old International Scout and Uncle Tiffen and cousin Max was with us. Dad drove through a creek and made it !! Then once on the other side he said, " I can't believe we made it" so he backed back through it and this time drowned out the engine. I had to climb out and spray WD-40 in the distributer cap.
Then there was that time we were using the tractor , pulling a trailer, trying to find some rich pine to start fires with. My Buddy Gil and his Dad Richard was with us. Dad got us stuck and sent Gil and I out walking to the house. I remember it being just about like it is right now, River high and rainy cold. I told Gil that the shortest way was a straight line.
He crossed a couple small sloughs with me but when we got to a big one, Gil turned back. I waded up to my neck, got water in my 22 scope. When I got to the driveway and saw my Momma in the kitchen window, I dropped, very dramatically to the ground. Man, did my Dad catch it when he got home !! hehe I think he was proud that I didn't turn back, but mad that I got Mama mad.
Once Dad and I walked all over the bottom hunting ducks. We got down to Stillwell's Camp and flopped down beneath one of those huge pine trees. I spotted a flock of geese flying overhead about ten miles up in the sky. Daddy said, give 'em hell, boy ! and we emptied our shotguns up into the air.
Lastly, there was the time Ronald Dwain Foster and I were deer hunting near Aligator slough and came upon these Mallard ducks. I went for a head shot with my 30-06 and hit it too!! Too bad it was somebodies decoy........See Ya'll tommorrow
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