What can I say, Starsha? You have been presented with plenty of ideas. Just have fun, enjoy and make memories. Take a lot of pictures and share them here on the Fishing Stage. I've always heard that a short pencil is better than a long memory, but in this case, a picture with a small fish is the best of all.
What can I say, Starsha? You have been presented with plenty of ideas. Just have fun, enjoy and make memories. Take a lot of pictures and share them here on the Fishing Stage. I've always heard that a short pencil is better than a long memory, but in this case, a picture with a small fish is the best of all.
MR. Samples, now I'm completely confused. I looked me up and here's what I found. I thought that I was me, but now I'm finding that I may not be. Even though I always knew it might be possible that I wasn't. I got up this morning and found there was more of me than I knew and now I'm wishing there was less. Because when IRS finds out about me being more, I will naturally want to be fewer. More is less and less is more. I'm in a quandary. I guess that is why my Daddy always told me; " Son, you'll always be safe if they start shotting smart people."
Mr. Samples, I am pretty sure that, as myself, you have made peace with the Powers That Be. You are not an unintelligent person. Your stories and memories are such a pleasure to yourself and to the rest of us, I would urge you to continue and/or even speed them up. You have an outlet here who appreciates and love them. My old PawPaw always use to say, "Catch as many as you can. And when you're too old, you can always remember." I have done everything I have ever wanted to do. I have not stopped though, I work around my place, in my garden and for any neighbors who may need me. Our home is open to anyone who is hungry, cold or may need help. This is my way of "pay backs" I believe, my friend, that you already know what yours is. May your road always be straight. May the wind aways blow at your back. And may God always hold you in the palms of his hands for ever and ever!
Your Friend, lil Mutt
Wulffy, I couldn't remember #3s name either. But, I do remember she had legs that went from the floor all the way up to her.......Ah, forget it. I'm too old to remember where they went anyway.
Hear! Hear! Mr. Samples Hear! Hear!
I'll bet he needs more than three foot of toilet paper tomorrow.
Mr. Samples, you did right by refusing the offer of owning a small town news paper. In the mid seventies, I wrote an outdoor column for the Keller Citizen for a year or so. Pain in the neck! It wasn't that I didn't have enough to say, but it was the way I said it. As everybody knows, I'm country. I think country, I talk country, I act country and I write country. I do have some higher schooling, however I am that I am. Just telling it like it is. Oh, by the way, you get a definite "thumbs up" for every story that I've read.
Thank you, Mr. Samples. As you, I have spent many hours and miles on the highways and back roads of Cook, Montague, Clay, Jack, Wise and Denton Counties. Fortunately, I've had some really goods sergeants and lieutenants who knew that would get the job done and would also roam the back roads. I've seen and found many spots that most people don't even know exist. Spanish Fort is one of those areas. Just west south west of town is a field that is fenced and about a hundred and fifty acres. The field is full of small pumpjacks, some as close as 20 feet to each other. I believe it was a small oil field and it had to be shallow to have used such small jacks. I stopped and walk through it. I don't know how old it was, maybe the early 1900s. After the cattle stopped crossing the river there, the oil boom must have boasted the economy. And as far as Bois d Arc trees go, I've dosed over a many a tree. And I burned up many of chains on my Stihl saws trying to cut them. And as best as I remember the fence around PawPaw's branch was built mostly from "bow dark" trees. There weren't many straight post. Thanking back, I don't know how he could have driven a staple in one of those posts.
Wow! Walffy, some good pics. And two good ones by Fishing Couple and Plumbob. But, the last pic you showed was a bass jumping with a lure hanging out him mouth. I had one of those lures about a 100 years ago and I can't think of the name. Was it Red Horse, Stick Horse, Crazy Horse, Charlie Horse, Race Horse? Seems to me it was something Horse.
We called them tow sacks or sometimes gunny sacks.
Hueey/Joedaddy, I've never fished either of these lakes, but, danged if they don't look awful good on Google Earth. I did hunt a little SE of there at Maryneal a while. Both Colorado City lake and Champion Creek have a ton of small points that would be great to fish with a 1/8 oz. white or grey hair jig on light line. Hueey, I know you're on Fork and if you haven't tried the little shad type jigs do it at the dam or some without trees or brush. This is a killer!
OK, I believe you and I promise I won't make Linda make any chocolate/lemon. But as soon as late spring gets here and the peaches are ready in Parker County, I'm gonna overdose on fresh peach ice cream. We try to make it several times a year. She does try to sneak in a new one every now and again. Last year she make peppermint. It was certainly a looser to me. Number one is peach, vanilla, chocolate and cherry. Oh, by the way, I'd love to hear a story about horse apple trees.
Mr. Samples, you are crafty old guy. I've known a few like you. You tell 'em they can't and you know they'll have to try. And the funny thing is that it works every time........ "Hey Linda, let's make some ice cream this week end. Mr. Samples gave us a new recipe.''