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Sorry to hear Sandy, Please pass our Condolences to Alex. Marty and Pat

LOL is right!

Awesome! I have a pretty good pellet shooter, but I think I want to upgrade to one like yours.

Maybe you will get oneshot as your trainer! 😃

National news said this evening the Chinese spy balloon was moving over Missouri now. Passed Pretty close to Whiteman AFB on its route. Anybody seen it?

Sorry bud but your family is right you should not be driving.

If you holler loud enough will the neighbors hear you down farther down the holler? By JIM CORNETT Recently, a woman from up north said on Facebook: “My mother was from Letcher County, and I want to know what a ‘holler’ is.” There were many answers, but a lot of things about a holler were left out. Some said it is called a ‘hollow” but I disagree. It’s always been called a holler. The most common answer was that it is a valley between two mountains. I say that it’s too narrow to be a valley. I lived in Graveyard Holler for six years in the 1940s. It had a dirt road, and there were 18 coalminers’ houses in there. The school bus wouldn’t even come up the holler to pick us up. A holler has a head and a mouth. The head is as far as you can go, and the mouth is where the creek runs into a larger stream of water. A holler can have houses spaced out on both sides of the road. You can ‘holler’ from one house to the other to tell the latest news. It may have several branches of forks. A holler may have a small grocery store at its mouth, and if you see someone walking to the store, give them some money and your list and they will bring your groceries back with them. Or, let them check your mail. I can remember my great uncle, Sam Lucas, making the trip to the post office twice a week, his horse pulling a wooden sled down the creek in Dry Fork Holler. He would pick up groceries and mail for his neighbors and kinfolks living in the holler. You knew everyone living in the holler. It may be a few hundred yards long, or more than a mile from the mouth to the head. If your girlfriend lived up in the holler, everyone knew what time you went in and what time you went out, because their dogs would bark at you as you passed their house. A holler is a place where you can sit on your front porch in the cool of a spring day and hear a whip-poorwill symphony. Then Old Uncle John would get out his fiddle (not to be confused with a violin) and play until he got tired, his music echoing all over the holler. A holler is a place where the sun comes up late and sets early. After the sun sets, it’s still a couple of hours before it gets dark. It’s a place where you can let your young’uns, dog, cat and chickens run loose in the yard. A holler is a place where the kids can build a dam in the creek and have a good place to cool off and play. A holler is a good place to live, raise your young’uns, and have fun. It’s a place where the mountains are your playground.

AH HA know I know within a couple miles of where you live. Let's see I'm guessing on the East side of the highway? Am I getting closer? 😁

Just a reminder for any who would like to attend the 2023 Reel Recovery retreat. We need Participants to apply. If you are a man that has or had cancer you will enjoy this. If you know of anyone that could use this retreat, please encourage them to attend. Here is a news clip that aired today. https://fox2now.com/am-show/fishing-for-healing-reel-recovery-uses-fly-fishing-to-fight-cancers-effects/ Some other information. April 24, 2023 – April 26, 2023 Retreat 3 Days REEL RECOVERY is a national non-profit organization that conducts fly-fishing retreats for men recovering from cancer. Our mission is to help men in the recovery process by sharing with them the healing powers of the sport of fly-fishing, while providing a safe, supportive environment to explore their personal experiences with cancer, with others who share their stories. Retreats are offered at no cost to the participants and are led by professional facilitators and expert fly-fishing instructors. Reel Recovery provides all meals, lodging and fly-fishing equipment, and no previous fishing experience is required. A maximum of 14 men are invited to participate. The Retreat Starts: 4:00 PM Monday, April 24 The Retreat Ends: 2:00 PM Wednesday, April 26 Primary Service Area: Missouri Eligibility: Men living with cancer To apply for this event, please fill out and submit: Retreat Application Form http://reelrecovery.org/programs/application/ Medical Release Form Medical Release For more information, contact Reel Recovery at info@reelrecovery.org or call 800-699-4490 Also, if you are so inclined you can volunteer or even better you can donate and even earmark the donation to the Missouri retreat. As river buddies Pat and I know what this does for some of these men that attend. If I can get @jdmidwest to put his two cents in I would appreciate it. Be Well Fish On!

EPIC post!

They can be in crazy numbers in Taney. @Phil Lilley has posted some pretty cool videos of unreal numbers of them in the water. Maybe he can direct us or post again with a video or two. @netboy prepare to be amazed.

Thank you, Daryk, You got this man!

Exactually

Tell her to shove his mouth full so he can't talk and let the other old folks talk!

Been meaning to ask Daryk how is your recovery going?

She really pegged that one! Love it!

They will kick him out really quick for talking so much and not letting the other old folks get a word in the conversation.

Sorry to hear Doug, Prayers being sent.

I have been watching a small lake for the last few days. Lots and lots of geese using it. The bulk of those geese were specks. I have only shot three before today and they are still Pat's holy grail. She has only got one shot and missed. She cried that time. These birds are pretty much only around in our area the first part of the season and then they are zooming through and again the last couple weeks of season heading north lingering a bit longer. The specks and canada geese were flying out from the pond headed West into a close winter wheat field. They have it trampled to bare dirt in places. Well last three days the flock was getting smaller and smaller. I was hoping for Pat to get one, but it was time this morning to try. She said you better go. Yesterday the lake was 80 percent frozen over. I had a plan. Nowhere to hide in bare field, no way to water hunt. I was going to ambush and pass shoot as they flew to the field. All I have to say it was cold this morning. Truck said 10 degrees driving over. Burrrr. I did dress warm even trying my heated vest. That thing is the bomb! My chest gets really cold. My feet actually do pretty good. Have pockets for hands. Got to where I park, and first mistake was not taking Pat's shotgun. Mine has not been cleaned after dove season and I had left it in the truck all night. It was cold and when I loaded it the bolt shut really slow. Uh oh I knew I might be dealing with a single shot. :(. So, I made the long walk in the dark back to the west part of the lake. There is a little burm and a depression with grass and briars mixed with brush. I had to stay low to not bee seen and even crawl in places. I guessed the middle point and stretched out to wait. I could hear them and as it got lighter peeked over the burm to see the place had frozen over all the way and geese on the ice. Then I decided I should go a bit farther. Made another ten yards and laid back down for the wait. Got to worrying about the gun so I decided to open the zippers on leg from the top and slip the gun through the insulated bibs and put the action across my body to warm up. That was cold and all I did was make my junk between my legs cold! The birds began to get noisy and I got excited. A group of twenty got up and passed plenty low but too far away. They circled the field, turned around and lit back on the ice. then another bunch did exactly the same. Crap I needed to go a bit farther so again I slithered like a snake my cover was getting thinner. then found a place to wait again. Soon a bigger bunch got up in range. I picked one and pulled the trigger and it dropped. Picked another and nothing. DANG I jacked the shells out and put one in and slammed the bolt shut as birds really started boiling off the ice over me. Then in a mass here came the canada bunch I let them go and more specks I picked one and let gave it a load of tripple Bs. It crashed close to me but in the frozen field with a thump. I had my two and was very happy. Best eating geese out there boys. Grabbed my birds and walked back to the truck and home to clean. they both plucked well but one had so many baby feathers just emerging from a blood quill. Impossible to get perfect I skinned it. Even kept the legs and thighs. I will try to sous vide those and hope the break down into submission. I seasoned some flour and seared the outside of the tenders just browning a bit. They melted in my mouth tender except for the leader that runs through the middle of it. So, the term tenders is not really true but worth the effort. These two birds are the best marked bellies I have ever shot! Happy day. Got a few days left of goose and we may get out once more. Thanks for letting me share this hunt.

Awe come on give him a break one is a diet coke can and the other I bet is too :). BTW @fishinwrench Recycle those cans or at least drop them off for someone else to recycle. Actually, I have a good deal with the recycle place. I generally just give them to the guy. When I need something like stainless steel for sacrificial anodes for the E tank, he just gives them to me. I scored on some nice wire for trolling motor extensions from battery to plug in. He just says take it. The barter system is alive and well in BilletHeadVille.

I'm pulling back, we got to have fun. It's easy to pull Glen's chain and get him to light up.

HA! you need to go back to page four of five pages on the turkey thread and start reading. Just see how many thunder chickens the BilletHead's have taken over the years I have been on here. .

We have good friends who live up there in the hills out of town. They come her and visit, and we go up there and visit. They like the fests and have neighbors and friends to go enjoy. We don't like the hullabaloo and avoid that stuff. Not for me. It is fun junking and flea marketing. Have found some neat stuff including a couple vintage skillets at a good price. Most of the stuff is high and tourists buy it.

Pretty much nothing here in BilletHeadVille. Me like that.

Got ya covered.