Greasy B

In light of the recent river tragedies you’d think they’d be sensitive to safety, nope.

The first time I found a Black Snake in the chicken coop it had just started to wrap its mouth around an egg. I pulled the egg out of its mouth and searched for something to wack it with. That one climbed the barn wall in an amazing escape. After a bit of thought I realized the snake was probably eating far more mice than eggs, he was probably a net positive as the barn has few mice, I’m now taking a live and let live approach. The next snake I found had already swallowed the egg and curled up in the nesting box to digest. Problem was it took weeks, I got tired of him and tossed him in the woods. A couple weeks ago I found the one in the picture swallowing a golf ball that I keep in the nest box as a decoy. Funny thing it passed up a perfectly good egg to eat the golf ball. Shortly after I started to feel sorry if the darn thing died gagging on a golf ball, I went back to the coop but he had either detected the fake or got scared and left.

It’s crazy how many flood videos are taken from bridges that are threatened and river banks that are collapsing. Folks should be running for high ground but they stand slack jawed filming with their darn phones. I guess if you could find the victims phones some would have short videos of their owners last minutes.

Mammatus clouds are beautiful, there must have been some big weather moving through.

Dings, dents and scratches, wear em like a badge of honor.

Those Browns are porkers. There must be an extraordinary amount of food.

I few years ago I heard a story of a woman getting attacked by a rabid coon. It was a real life horror story. I’ve got a growing list of zero tolerance critters. Raccoons are on it.

I’ve only seen two examples of AI contributing to the quality of life, this one of them. Wonderful.

One of the surprises of moving to a rural area is the lack of bugs. We had an awful Asian beetle infestation this year but very few June bugs and very little of anything else. A couple of decades ago I would visit a sister who use to live near where I now live. Insects would pile up in drifts on her window sills. I can hang out in my garage at night and only see a couple of moths. Go figure?

I see more pear trees blooming in my woods than Redbuds. It might be a lost cause but I’d like to declare war on pears trees, mustard garlic and Autumn Olive. I believe once you cut them you can treat the stumps with something to prevent them from coming back. Anyone know what that is?

I’m sorry for your loss. Losing friends is hard.

The story gets a little sappy but I love the old Jon boats and the float trip stories. I guess I also feel a little sappy watching this, me and a bunch of you guys grew up with this stuff. My fascination with fishing started with a neighbors Ranger boat and his gigantic tackle box.

Thank you, Bushbeater was a dear friend, I’ll miss him. Bob would love it if we all kept this thread alive with good music.

Chute 3 is a hatchery outlet, there use to be a dude permanently snag on it, he was a nice guy, I kind of miss him. I guess the gully washer got him.

Subway, Salem Missouri, It happens, I’m not going to swear off Subway because I got sick, I do avoid it because its lame.

If you don’t have them already pick up some swim fins, the wind is going spin you.

My brother and I ran into Oneshot at a ramp on Niangua a few years back. We had a blast talking about the idiots on the river, idiots on the road and idiots everywhere. It was one of those conversations where we alternately yep, yeped each other’s stories.

I know a certain river that has green pumpkin colored rocks, you can fish any color bait you want as long as it’s green pumpkin, baby is the right size, a chartreuse tail helps.

Thanks, it’s on the way.

Glad you got back on the horse mic.

It’s like Gavin said in an other thread, don’t worry too much, just live your life. I still shop at Piekutowski’s and eat at Crown Candy, I still park my truck where I want to fish.

Yep, yep and yep. Watch for the weirdo’s with the bananas on their dashboards. when I worked in north STL I knew better than to leave pocket change on my console, same rules apply in rural Missouri.

Beautiful fish.

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I feel your pain brother. Don’t worry, the creeks will still be there, they will be screwed but they’ve always been screwed. You, Al and the rest of us who have been sidetracked will be able find the paradise we’ve always loved. Mike,