spypengen wrote:when I was 4 or 5 my grandfather and my cousins went to this this place I don't remember the name of it but it was a small pond that the owner filled with catfish and we would go and spend the day catching catfish I used to be amassed at how flexible fishing rods were. every time I would try to pull the fish out of the water the fishing rod would bend in half, but after a bout half a day we went back to our lake house that my great grandfather built near a small town called Grandbury and my grand mother and my mother would skin the catfish and we would eat them for dinner, but a few years ago my family and I drove by it and it was turned into an RV storage place.
spypengen wrote:actually now that I think about it I went hunting once. it had rained all day the previous day and some kids said that there were crayfish living in the drainage ditch. so I found a stick and some string went home and got some sausage(I thought crayfish liked meat) so I tied the sausage on onto the stick and sat around for a few hours next to that drainage ditch waiting for it to start to eat the sausage but it never did. and i wasted about 3 hours of my saterday in 100 degree heat waiting for a nonexistant crayfaish to eat a soggy sausage
Oh, lawdy, I don’t know if you mean to or not, spy, but I’m reading your little stories in Jack Handey’s Deep Thoughts
mode, and getting quite a chuckle…quite a chuckle indeed.
Cheers, young lad, cheers
5butjam wrote:I'm out because Gary O can't spell 'sites'.(Jan 15, 2012)
M0rd3kaI wrote:Gary...I sometimes worry about you... (although it's not this time, I just wanted to get that out there)
Rick69 wrote:Holy poop, Gavin... Sometimes you scare me...
axe11154 wrote:you sick old man
Hawamleh wrote:When Gary goes all south, you better not even try to comprehend what he's saying.