I have found that 77 I cannot get up enough steam to do anything about sex. Just look at the beautiful girls and wish I was younger. It seems that the older I get the better looking they are now. When I was younger they did not look as good then as now. I am I missing something?

When I lived in Texas back in the 1960’s, a fellow would call and say come an get it. He had a field of corn ready to pick. You had to watch out for the rattle snakes. Later he would call and tell us we could have all the peas we wanted. We would pick them and then
Put them on a large tarpaulin and walk all over them. We would raise the tarp up in the air and then bounce it up and down. The wind would blow the husk away. That was a lot of work but we got a lot of peas. Things are a lot different now. I would by a lot of rooster chickens and keep them for a while. Then dress them out. Another time I bought red skin potatoes off the rail car in town. 100 pound sack for $6.00. Times have sure changed since then. I look at the water Mellon’s for sale here. $5 and $6 a piece. I used to buy them for 50 cents. I think we are going to go into another depression like in the early 1900’s. I could go on but someone else needs to say more.

I raise and eat habanero and ghost peppers. Cook with them and use in chilies. I dehydrate some and grind them to powder and then make pepper sauce. Good stuff but you gotta watch yourself, them kind are hot buggers.

One thing I really like about Mr Robert is he has a lot of interesting stories about his life as well as others. He is always full of very good information. Thank you for your input. It makes my day go belter.

I used to go to Slapout, OK., Gunsight Texas, Telephone Texas, and a few others. I now live near Progress MIssissippi, where my wife is the librarian. Oh yes, in Uncertain Texas is a pretty lake to go fishing at. Been there several times also.

Mr. Robert, you are so right about the story business. I started mine several years ago and need to write more. The last time my daughter from Ft Worth, Texas was here in Mississippi, she wanted to catch some of my story telling. I gave here a fairly decent tape recorder and she would catch some of the things that I would say. So, the thing is you had better have it written down and save it on paper or some means that can be kept. I had some from my dad on the computer and then it got wiped out somehow. Now I put stuff like that where it can be saved and retrieved. I am working on a story now that happened back in the 1950’s. Due to our way of life today I have changed the real names because a few of the people that knew us back then might come back on me. Real things and times can be all-full cutting at times. The story telling if done properly is a recording of history during your times of growing up. Thanks for your input, it will open up our minds for our family and friends to enjoy later.

The first dog I had was a German snauser, named McArthur. That was in the late. 1940’s. The last one was a German Shepard, Sybearin Husky, named Bouray, which I had about 12 years ago. I called her Boo. Sorry about the spelling. I had a pair of Catahoola Currs several years ago but gave them to a friend in Texas where I grew up.

Thanks. It is the least I can do. Remembering the guys and gals from yesteryear is something we can do for them. Whether or not we expect it from them. When they go, we cannot expect them to honor us. Thanks again. Sitn

I live in Pike Co. MS. but woke up this morning in FtWorth, Texas. Went to one funeral in Cisco, and going to one on Friday also in Cisco, Texas. I didn’t bring any fishing gear with me so I will be kinda lost in that line. Seems like a lot of my old school mates are passing on. Hope their fishing will be better where they are going in the Happy Hunting Grounds.

Always bigger and better in Texas, dude!

I remember in the early 1950’s men in our town riding on little scooter boards with no legs, selling pencils and other things. They were WWII vets. I used to wonder what happened to them. Some guys talked to my dad, who was a vet from then. One I knew, his daughter and I went to school together. I asked him about his time in the Air Force. He was a fighter pilot. “Mike”, he said. “I don’t want to talk about it. Don’t never ask me again”. I went to church with a fellow in LA. who was very quiet. Never talked much. I found out that he was a sniper in Nam. Those guys served our country and were the same after coming home. I have always thanked them for what they did for us.

I used to loose my sister in the supermarket in Abilene, Texas all the time. She would find me by using her cell phone. Lucky me, I have lost my cell phone and now I cannot seem to find my wife here in at our place in Mississippi. We live in the country down a 1/4 mile lane.

I like reading what you Texacan’s write here. I grew up in that great state and go back every now and then. 30 years there and now about 30 years here in Mississippi. Keep up he good news from about your places in the big state. I used to go to Buffalo Gap and eat fish a lot.

Regular Camel smoker for years. Also used Brown’s Mule, and other plug. Didn’t like bag stuff too much. I quit over 25 years ago and have not regretted it yet. Still want one every now and then. I guess that is why I am now 77 years young. Three packs a day got too expensive.

Thanks for the story Badfisherman. My dad retired a Major in the USAF serving in Germany as an air photographer during WWII. I was drafted for Nam in the sixties. Failed the physical with bad back. I tried the AF and was rejected also. I remember one friend who came back from Nam, died when he fell from a pickup truck two weeks after coming home. Another served as a US Marshal going after draft dodgers going into Canada. I have had members of my family going back to the Civil War serving then. My great, great, grandfather lost his life at consecration camp in IL. during the Civil War. We are all part of this conflict weather directly involved or not. We should be thankful that our country is still solvent and worthy of us living here. I thank you. Sitn