Wednesday, April 06, 2011

My redneckin' life.

I gotta tell you, I love the redneck life.
Man, I was seriously into it back in the late 80s, then I got married and had to give it up for a while. Divorced after 16 years and fell back into it and I love it even more now.
I look forward to the day Sonora Pass opens after a long winter more than I ever looked forward to Christmas as a kid.
The day high country trout season opens? That's an automatic sick day for me.
My dining room table has too much gun shit on it to even consider eating there.
I practice coyote calls going down the road.
When I go hunting after a long abstinence, I have to pull off the road early just to burn off a few rounds and get it out of my system before getting to where I'm going to hunt.
Catching bass? Oh, my my, Oh hell yeah.
Catfish? Love catching big cats, love deep frying them, love smoking them. Cats are a gift from God.
BATs? I love catching Big Ass Trout. I will gladly trade a season of catching little trout for one 5+ pounder a year.
Predator hunting is my true love and devotion. I will travel 200 miles one way just to smack a coyote. I'm planning a trip to New Mexico this fall just to burn some ammo in their direction and if I don't get one, oh well.
And you know what I really love? Just getting my ass out of the flatlands and up to my beloved mountains. I don't care if I hunt or fish, I just want to breathe air that ain't been breathed before, sleeping above the treeline, hear the wind moan, smell the lightning striking the granite 50 yards away and wake up in the middle of the night wondering What in the fuck was THAT?????
And I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

3 comments:

Bella said...

Oh, yeah! I hear yah! Fresh air and fishing....nothing finer. Put a 70 lb. salmon on your rod Wirecutter and then we talk. :0

drjim said...

The BEST summer I ever had as a kid was the one I spent in Twin Falls, ID with my cousin Frankie. His dad, my Uncle Bud, raised Appaloosa horses there.
Frankie and I spent all our free time riding, fishing, and hunting. The rest of the time I helped him with his chores, and learned a LOT about horses and farms.
BEST
SUMMER
EVER!

dhanna59 said...

WOOHOO!!!Haell Yes! Here's one for ya. in 83 I went from just south of St. Louis,MO on the headwaters of the Black river all the way over 300 miles to Corning, AR in a 15ft canoe. Took no food, no water,just a .22 rifle, 9mm pistol, machete, and knife. Plus some firestarter stuff and a first aid kit. No map, no phone, no radio. I did take a pint of whiskey for emergencies, but, the lush that I am I drank it the first night! I ate fish, turtles and I even shot a beaver and ate some of it around Fagus,MO. It took me 10 days, and I lost 20 pounds... you couldn't pay me to do some stupid shit like that today!