Thanks Gordon, great capture. I've got a picture of the Towers above my computer, with the statement: United We Stand". I wish we were just a bit more united. It certainly seems we're slipping apart on some fronts.
Thanks Gordon, great capture. I've got a picture of the Towers above my computer, with the statement: United We Stand". I wish we were just a bit more united. It certainly seems we're slipping apart on some fronts.
Howdy, Joedaddy. Welcome to the stag. You'll find a lotsa top shelf folks here and you can glean a lotsa knowledge, too. Colorado City Lake is just a bit far west for me, but I do make it to Breckenridge and Hubbard Creek Lake upon occasion. I live in Decatur and fish pretty close in. Mr. Samples may know that lake, I believe he has visited out that way quite a bit. Keep in touch and you'll start learn the people pretty quick. And always remember: Muddy side down!
Bapa, honestly, I don't know how long the potion lasts. The only time I ever used it was the first date with Linda. I only put a little behind my left ear. That girl has been on me like a cat on a June bug for 59 years. If I had of rubbed it all over, it would have been like the cat backing into the fan......Disaster!
Pretty little girl, Pam. We're all happy for you.
As you can see, bapa, by the response, blood bait recipes are kept tightly guarded if they're good. But, you would think as many stagers as there are someone would cut the secret up with you. A good blood bait recipe is like "Love Potion #9".
Years ago I had a good blood bait recipe for catfish. But, I've lost it and can't seem to remember all the details. It must be the 79 years working on me. Can a few of you give a way your secret recipes. I promise not to let anyone have it. So, it's safe with me.
I wonder what would happen if you chunked a spinner bait in amongst all them post? Probably need 30# braided line and a really stiff rod. No butterfly goosers here!
I can understand how how kids hang names on each other. But from my oldest memories mine has always been lil Mutt. There was never a time that it embarrassed me, even on Friday nights at the football games. ''And lil Mutt scores from the right end with a pass from Eddie Ray". That was along time ago and Eddie Ray and I still talk two or three times a month, even though he lives on the western slope of the Rockies. Real friendships last and this one has lasted for 76 years. Dad played guitar and his dad played base and every Thursday night we would go to different home and have a jam session. Ed and I would do our best sing along. We both got little half size guitars at five. But, for some reason, guitar picking got left behind. I suppose it was for the best. Can't you just imagine the group I'd form. Lil Mutt and the Branch Crawdads.
I surely do wish, Mr. Samples, I could go back a few more generations in my family. We're the Foresters. and from what I've read, we go back to the days of noblemen in England and we would clean the forest for them. The pay scale seems a little low in my opinion. The wages were the dead wood that had fallen from the trees. I know how I am, I would have most likely have been shaking the trees a bit. With that being said, I can only trace my family back to my grandparents. My grandfather came to Keller from Arkansas at the turn of the century, then my grandmother, who was a Blevins, stopped in Keller about 1909. She was traveling with her family to Snyder where her father had bought a small ranch. My grandparents had met during the stopover. When it came time for the family to continue on, she said she was going to stay and marry John. So that's how John and Minnie got together. Dad was the 4th child and was born in 1918. My grandfather saw my dad for the first time and said that he was a ugly little mutt. The name stuff and is even on his gravestone today. I came along in 1944 and true to from, I became lil Mutt. Now the story almost ends there. I had three daughters, but for the life of me, I just could not call them my littles b-t-hes. And this ends the Forester name because my brother had a daughter and all my cousins had daughters.
Thank you, Mr. Samples. You really had me hooked right up to the end. I was thinking what a diverse family you came from. I'd always wanted to know my ancestry, until Dad mentioned one of his cousins was a horse thief. Then
I decided that there would be no research.
HO!HO!HO! THAT'S OUR TEXAS AND WE'RE SURE PROUD OF IT! THANKS FOR SHARING IT, CAM.
I'm of the same mind as Saw, it was a slogan to draw attention to people's littering the roadways in Texas. It's been around for a long time. The early eighties seems about right. Linda would know, she's been been telling me for almost 60 years she knows everything.
Top shelf, Graywulff! To all a Merry Christmas from "Lil Mutt".