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We get sixty something. I'll say 66-11.

From the soggy sandy shores of Lake Texoma TEXAS!

He was very convincing in the remake of "Rear Window".

I could tell you, but we’d be here all day.

So he got his real estate license. Hope he makes a zillion bucks.

So after a less than memorable dove hunt, I went out of my way to the Graham Golden Chick to fulfill my corndog fantasy. Drive through only, waited twenty three minutes, and got a combo with fries and tea for $7.95. Drove to the home place and dug in. Fries meh. Tea cold and wet. Corndog? As memorable as the Dove hunting. They didn't even give me any mustard. Think I'll just go to Sonic on dollar corn dog night and eat a bunch of those next time. PS-The ones at the State Fair are huge. Golden Chick's not so much.

The good news Is he’ll be back in school Tuesday as full time sub at my wife’s school. I’m sure he will be a fixture at the local squad’s practice. We have several college bound kids, including a four star with an offer from Tom.

If you like to fly fish, and dream about traveling the world, you've got until September 2 to drop eighteen bucks here and watch this year's virtual fly fishing film tour. https://flyfilmtour.com/buy-tickets/ Edited to add that this year's edition changed my life.

"If the guy running at you is number 30 or higher, get off the field".

Saw it today. He sucked.

What a melon head. Dressing to emphasize his size 16 shoes.

We were in the same Sunday School class a lifetime ago, and our boys played in a band together for a short while.

https://www.kcbd.com/2020/08/27/red-raider-football-player-asks-fans-respect-they-join-protest/ Red Raider football players ask fans for respect as they join protest LUBBOCK, Texas (KCBD) - Members of the Texas Tech Red Raider football team have announced some players are choosing not to play in order to join other sports teams around the country refusing to play as a protest against police brutality. Red Raider Defensive Back Cameron Watts posted a copy of a release to his social media on Thursday, saying: “Rather than pretend these problems don’t exist and maintain a practice schedule that does not take into consideration the mental health issues derived from seeing our fellow citizens beaten and murdered in the streets on a daily basis, we will instead use this time to discuss these issues amongst ourselves and decide how best to move forward in a manner that will allow us to effectuate change here in Lubbock as well as the cities we call home.” The statement does not detail how many members of the team will be taking part in this protest, but the statement was posted on the social media pages of several players. In the statement, players say they know a portion of Red Raider fans will not understand or support their decision, but they ask the public to respect their right to peacefully protest. “The very blood that fuels the heart we display every Saturday on the field also stimulates our minds to be the change we want to see in the world,” the statement reads. Texas Tech University administration have not yet released an official response, but head coach Matt Wells posted a statement to social media, saying the Texas Tech football program stands with the players in support. (edited to add that Sharon Maines is still a fine looking woman-she's got to be close to sixty)

Somehow I think this could jump start her career. At least on late night cable.

Has anybody here done the Boundary Waters Canoe Area? Been on my bucket list for sixty years, but time's running out. Fortunately, this Texas made the trip for me.

We are building a fighting force of extraordinary magnitude.

One more chance.

That's pretty cool. Our old home place is about fifteen miles from there. Head south past all the wind chargers. When you run out of wind chargers and oil wells, that's our place.

William Bendix in "The Babe Ruth Story".

Jimmy Carter is a better man than I. And probably you.

Opening day, Antelope season, Valley County, Montana. 1985. Two young hunters from the University of Michigan drove to northeastern Montana to try their luck at antelope hunting. On opening day, one lets the other out and they agree to meet at such and such point at such and such time. He didn't show up. When darkness fell, the driver headed to the check station to report his friend as missing, and a search party was summoned. They searched all night (27 degrees) and in to the morning to no avail. A rancher's wife from out in the boonies saw something orange against a snow fence as she was driving the forty miles to the nearest grocery store. A couple of hours later, as she was returning with her bags, the orange object had not moved. She got out to investigate, and found the barely conscious Michigander in only his underwear and hi-vis hunter's orange plastic vest. The ambulance was summoned, and young Natty Bumpo whisked to safety. In the ambulance, core temp was reported as 91 degrees, and his bp was about 70/40. His bare feet were filled with thorns and mildly frostbitten, and his head was neatly creased from the path of an accidentally fired bullet from his .247. It was theorized that he had discharged his weapon while climbing through a barbed wire fence and skimmed right down the part of his hair, and his badly concussed self reasoned that the colder he got, the more clothes he needed to shed. By the time he reached the ER, he was warming up and becoming more lucid. CAT scan was normal, CPK (which demonstrates muscle injury) was 27,000 and thankfully kidney function was still nominal. About the time the doctor (me) was finishing his assessment, his frantic mother was on the phone. I reassured her the best I could, convinced her that he would be home hail and hearty in nothing flat, and calmed her fears. She thanked me profusely and asked if she could speak to him, so I handed the phone to the still groggy dude. "Hi Mom" he said, then scrunched his face in agony as he moved the receiver further and further from his ear. Everyone in the room could hear the screaming shrieking and unbelievable blue tirade of reprimand coming from Mom. Her language was befitting of the saltiest of merchant marines-it was indeed a thing of beauty. Eventually the furor subsided and she allowed that she would leave immediately for northern Montana to retrieve her damaged son. After hanging up, his buddy, who had been standing quietly in the corner all morning, approached the gurney and asked how he was feeling. After answering positively, unscathed college kid asks "If you're done hunting.....can I have your antelope tag"? tldr-there are many strange sights in the northern lights. People do weird stuff when concussed and or hypothermic. Hunter's orange saves lives.

Asylum. That's awesome.

Hell’s bells, man-Forrest earned the Medal of Honor in Vietnam.