I went out and did two acres or more of very dry grass for the village today (my share, I was told, of the clean-up I missed Saturday)( I had thought I’d finessed my way out of that, but one of the crew remembered I hadn’t bought raffle tickets either and they made it their business . . . )
I bought two. They no longer raffle off a half beef or a quarter, they’re giving packaged stuff.
None the less, the grass is browning, the leaves are falling (mostly from the lack of moisture) and the temps are August normal, 90 degrees. Though the early hours are cool, 60’s.
Poor sod’s in Denver. Flacco staring them in the face. Take him down they cry, over looking the fact that the opening game was suppose to be a Flacco home game.
Still, mileage for the media.
I was sitting on the stream bank the other day hoping the drowning of grasshoppers would entice large fish to visit my line. It didn’t happen. But I did start thinking about the Fox News Medical “A” and how they harped on too much fish being bad for one. The portion I caught on the tube seemed to dwell on the fact it was particularly bad for women.
Which confused me somewhat and wouldn’t make a difference if a goodly sized cat got hungry for grass hopper. As I said, however, it didn’t happen.
When I got home around midnight I threw a large chunk of Snapper into the micro-wave and made a sandwich. I didn’t get a lot of sleep. The only onion I had was red onion, and they give me gas something horrible.
I didn’t have tomato’s or Sauce, nor ketchup. I used some Tabasco and some Heinz 57.
I cannot say I recommend the sandwich.
Even two days later.
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From the reaches,
Ten Whiskey
UGH! That sounds like a nightmarewich, surprised you weren’t waking up puking. The fishing part is interesting. We fished a lot as kids when we lived anywhere near a stream or mud hole…perhaps that’s what is wrong with me today. Woman + fishing = strange. I admit I hated putting grasshoppers and worms on a hook. Hope you’re all better now.
Hoy, Kiddo. Mean to answer this long before now. Various problems allowed it into your eMail file and HERE I am. All caught up and while not fully restore, running well. I’ve meet a slew of ladies that profess to like to fish – few that will go fishing by themselves. Their own anchors, so to speak.
We fished some streams in MT that meant you had to crawl through the brush and mess to get there…in other words…determined to get there. And in some places had to wade the streams. Now I’d probably slip and fall on my tush and break my skull or some such nonsense. We fished for crawdads too, in a mud hole in NM or one of those spots…lived so many places I can’t remember them all. That was fun, tied a piece of bacon on a string and tossed it into the water. And lake fishing too, from a dock or a boat. I think I qualify. But now my anchor is set in the silt-lands of NV. 🙂
Jesss. Understand. I’m gonna throw a hurt your way: ‘member, Wolf Creek Pass, MT? Caught a fish up that way one time.
I was never over in that area, lived in Missoula, Lolo, Troy. Must’ve been a rainbow trout…just guessing. That’s mostly what we caught in those streams. Caught a big sucker/whitefish out of the Kootenai River one time, just below the falls, between LIbby and Troy. Thought I was going to get sick looking at it. My friend had to take it off the hook. I’d probably have thrown pole and all in the river if I had to remove it.