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Go after the brewery I google the best way out of there and get back to I-49 and home. It pops up a set of directions and we head that way. Not very far we get into heavy traffic that ends up in a dead standstill. In the distance at an intersection, we see motorcycles turning a corner. Two lanes wide and when we can see in the distance motorcycle headlights as far as we can see. Slowly we move a bit and a bit more until we have a good look at the bikers. Everyone on the bikes were women riding single and double. Closer we get to see they are ladies of every size and every color on these bikes and trikes. Tiny to overflowing off the sides of the bikes. Then we get to looking at the garb they were wearing. Full leather from head to toe to dresses and tootoos. Cinderellas and devils' Full facemasks and the hair doo's would crack you up. From bald heads to long flowing hair of all colors. Pigtails to spikes and goat horns and they still were coming. I would say three miles of women bikers. Durning this in the distance you could see smoke like in tires burning. First thought was a car on fire. Then three police bikes came by heading away from the smoke full speed between us all going west and the bikers going east. High speed like in a flash. What happened behind us I have no idea, but it was bad. @Quillback this is in your neck of the woods watch the local news and let us know please. Still black smoke ahead of us as we were still creeping along. We drove by motorcycle dealerships. Honda, Suzuki, Indian/triumph and lastly Harley Davidson. All the girls were saluting and waving at the people at the dealerships. As we again were creeping Pat googled up and got this, what is all women's motorcycle ride today in Rogers Arkansas - Google Search We could now see fire trucks responding to the fire and the smoke was getting less. When we go to the place of the incident on the road was burned out shell of a big bike burned to a crisp. Crazy. At that intersection we turned North and away from the parade of bikes. Smooth sailing the rest of the way home.

Back home, there is stuff still going on down there I'm sure. Didn't plan on staying all day anyway. We were there about three hours. I thought there were a lot of people there last year but more this time plus more competing in the cook-off. There are all kinds of interesting folks there. Very talkative and strangers wanting to visit. Plenty of dishes to taste. Stuff for kids to do. Air rifle shooting, playground and stuff to do inside. Law enforcement were there visiting with young and old alike. Umarex air rifles with lots of people asking questions. A easy up with pack goats. And a couple talking about that. Yes pack goats are a thing. I had some books on it and thirty years ago I almost went that way for trips bowhunting out west but ended up with a horse instead. I can tell you pack goats would of been safer and much more easy to take care of. Cheaper too. Now to something funny . We were there early. I wanted to make sure we got a cookbook, this years t shirt and a beer from a local brewery. As we gathered items we made it to the brewery tent. Got in line. 9:15. Asked the lady for a six pack which I was going to take to the truck. She said not selling six packs. Ok we will take two. She said two is the limit per legal buyer. I didn't think about it. She got two out and immediately opened one. I said we just wanted a couple to take home. Oh no this is how it is. We are limited to selling for immediate drinking. Can't take off the property. . Well then too late and paid for we are not classified as morning drinkers at least one time. Others were. We grabbed a couple squirrel street tacos that were great. The beer? Good actually. Good enough we visited the brewery on the way through town and bought a six pack that will last us a month 😆.

I have not been bored one minute. I stayed busy and when Pat retired it got double busy.

They are already putting out samples of not only squirrel but other fish and game. Breakfast and lunch all in one pass through the outdoor venue! VID_20250913_085659154.mp4

Tis the season for the appearance of fall squash. Does not feel like soup season but here we go. Smoked butternut squash soup. Squash cooked in the trager pellet grill.

You can't remember what day of the week it is. You find yourself thanking those that are still working for what they are doing because you remember being one of those assorted workers.

Sometimes you just have to,

I will just stay with the counting coup strategy. Sit really still and touch them with my spear (long stick) when they walk by.

I'm thinking purple would be next!

Someone is painting squirrels in East Hartford — at least one red and one blue — officials say

It's time! We may be going again according to Pat 🤣 Facebook

That's why after eating boiled peanuts and looking at them it's really hard to tell.

Kidney stones.

I bought some in Walmart one time. In a can with a Pop top lid. Cajun flavored. Not bad just different.

I like them also Jeff. Enough that just like sunflower seeds I'm not happy until the bag is empty. Sunflower seeds especially on road trips. All you need is a cold soda or iced tea and an extra cup to spit the seeds.

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Mid morning snack and this evening supper. A two for post. This morning we hunted doves. With the morning doves we also took a couple collard dove. Bigger than mourning dove and smaller than a pigeon. These two birds were not shot all up so I plucked,singed the feathers and cleaned whole. Heated some peanut oil in the smallest Dutch oven. Dusted the birds in seasoned flour and dropped them in for a swim. They back stroked and did the breast stroke. Out onto a plate to drain, We than attacked them like a couple hungry wolves. Morning fun for the BilletHeads. This afternoon it was sockeye salmon on the grill. Apple wood on charcoal. Lid on with the heat was lots of smoke. When about done brushed on some maple chipotle grilling sauce. Baked potato and Caesar salad. Again eating good in the BilletHood.

We were out at sunrise getting ready to shoot doves. Light jacket felt good.

Nice report Travis! Thanks friend.

No food trucks in my early history but there was one fast food place I remember very well. My parents were working class people. Money came the hard way. Dad was a machinist and mom a seamstress. Both working. There were my brother and I plus our two adopted sisters. Brother was ten years older than I and sisters even younger. So Big brother ahead of the rest of us he was always doing his own thing but on special occasions when we were really young, we would go to the Der wienerschnitzel. I remember those hotdogs. The sauerkraut ones with mustard on them. Sometimes with fries even. That is what the whole family had. This food truck thread got me to thinking about this place. I can see it in my mind the A frame building and driving through. Blast from the past. This was Southern California in the late 60s and early 70s. El Cajon California. It was a very different place back then. Our Parents were both born in St Joseph Mo but soon migrated West for better work and I was born out there. So glad they came to their senses and moved back down this way in the winter of 1975. Middle of my junior year of high school. It did not bother me one bit. I was made for the outdoors. I went ape crap crazy moving in the boonies :).

Yesterday Deer lion roast, prepared over charcoal and oak pieces. Sweet corn Pat had froze up from the farmers patch. Baked potato. Here is the kicker. A commercial sauce. Man it was larapin .

Orange chicken on the warmer/spicy side. Not so hot to make an uncomfortable meal. We don't do uncomfortable.

World class of what fishes and or species?

Ummmmmmmm peppered dove! Our favorite way to fix them also. We segregate the best breasts for bacon wrapping and over charcoal and various wood we might have. Best is crabapple. So this had to hold us over until it's time for peppered dove.,