The Original Old Farts Club

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Forgot to mention that you can swim in any lake or river without fear of being eaten, too!
You can imitate Jesus 10 months of the year by walking on water up there. Ya doan haveta worry about getting bitten by something under the ice thataway.

And now I gotta 'fess up about an idiosyncrasy: I have been on a CNN video of "People Living On The Edge". I hand-fed sharks in the only operation of its kind in the US. I have ridden sharks. Hand-fed huge moray eels. Played with giant sea turtles (they are very friendly and curious underwater).

In lobster season, there was absolutely no hesitation in reaching deep into holes in coral to feel around for bugs. I caught stone crabs by reaching in their holes and grabbing and pulling them out before they could get the claws that can pop clamshells on my pingles.

Lotsa stuff like that. No fear. Honest injun.

BUT. When I get in fresh water, I get all goosey. You know that wiggly feeling behind your knees? I was up in Aucilla (Okeefenokee Swamp) scuba diving at a mere 20' in the crystalline water, 10 miles from the last habitation. The entire bottom was totally covered in huge pieces of turtle shell. Thousands and thousands of them.

I was contentedly bemused, looking at that oddity, when a HUGE, dark SOMETHING came underneath me from behind. I yipped like a little girl. It was an alligator gar half again bigger than I ever thought they could grow to. Fargin leviathan. The water around me turned brown.

I had so much adrenaline, I did not have any fun at all on that dive. Later, I found out the lagoon I was diving in had a diver attacked by a huge gator and killed. EEK.

Snapping turtles, lampreys, cottonmouths, alligators, gars... all make it so fresh water diving is no fun for me. 🐍🐊

So I am a genuine fresh-water p ussy.
 
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I quit hunting a long time ago...I would rather take a photograph of the wildlife now.

But I have not given up on fishing...them fish were born to be caught

we went from the 40’s and 50’s straight to the 90’s....me and Swede work outdoors all we can until it gets hot then we go indoors...lots of remodeling , moar kitchen cabinets to be hung today

off to the salt mines!


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Morning OFC. We have troser trout here....women love em. Quite a delacy in these parts. Women don't eat them....they have a tendency to suck on them until dry.
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I used to have a Remington 410/22 over/under for squirrel hunting when I lived in Oklahoma

I could sit down in the woods against a tree and be real quiet for about 30 minutes and then I would start to hear squirrels hear and there

if I spotted one in a tree I would make some squeaking noises and when the little feckers popped their heads up to see what it was BAM!

those were mostly red squirrels

the grays were always on the move , like fast spiders in trees , so when I spotted one of the grays , I had to use the 410 to bag one

fried squirrels and gravy hard to beat
Agreed, but I think a nice old dry cow elk takes the cake. All in what you grew up around I think.
 
Each year the heat kills me worse. It was 38C today in the shade, and little shade at that. I had to go to the city and breathe the pollution. I have a gang building a loft so I rigged up a mist system fed off the hose. The seeds arrived but even at sundown, it was so crip hot that I just couldn't get out there and mix soil. Hiding in here with the minisplit and a bottle of IPA. I must get more big pots, the 4 new sativas are doing great but now I am about to put the skunk seeds in. As for the gorilla glue, is that any good?
 
Holy cow I must be dumb as a donkey. I found this stuff called "Humus de Lombriz". I tried it and it worked great. Then recently I said to my ole lady, "This Lombriz brand is really good sh--" She began laughing. Then "Lombriz means worm."
 

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