Musings of the Chronologically Challenged™ Fourth Generation

 
Profuse Apologies and Thanks
To all who patiently (or NOT!) waited the interminable horrendous five days while Indigo Insights was being "tweaked". Yeah, right. Like a MOAB tweaks! And very special thanks to "The Job" of North State Blogs, if not the entire internet: Tony of Trojan Horseshoes. The Gift of Patience will serve him well in his new adventure into fatherhood. Followers of this shabby page should know that there would be one less North State Blog if not for him. Maybe I can blame my obtuseness on faulty vision; the template appeared to me like hieroglyphics on the wall of an Eqyptian tomb. Actually, Eqyptian tomb scratchings are clearer than Blogger's scratchings! I just about lost it, but Tony persevered. At one point last night before everything "magically" appeared as it should be, I told a friend I was getting into my car and driving to Camp LeJeune and crashing through the main gate, so the Marine guards would shoot me and get me out of my misery!!! (I love drama. Don't you?)


But back to Blog World. Here's a fishing story to welcome Ocean Guy to NSB. OK. So it's a Louisiana fishing story. Make the leap, Ocean Guy.


Cajun Blackened Fish Story
Boudreaux been fish'n down by de bayou all day an he done run outa night crawlers. He be bout reddy to leave when he seen a snake wit a big frog in his mout.

He knowed dat dem big bass fish like frogs so he decided to steal dat froggie.

Dat snake, he be a cotton moufed water moccasin, so Boudreaux had to be real careful or he'd get bit. He snuk up behine de snake and grabbed him roun de haid. Dat ole snake din't lak dat one bit. He squirmed and wrapped hisself roun Boudreaux's arm try'n to get hisself free.

But Boudreaux, him, had a real good grip on his haid, yeh.

Well, Boudreaux pried his mout open and got de frog and puts it in his baitcan. Now, Boudreaux knows dat he cain't let go dat snake or his gonna bite him good, but he had a plan. He reach into de back pocket of his bib overhauls and pulls out a pint a moonshine likker. He pour some draps into de snake's mout.

Well, dat snake's eyeballs roll back in his haid and hs body go limp. Wit Dat Boudreaux toss's dat snake into de bayou. Den he goes back to fishin.

A while later Boudreaux dun feel sumpin tappin on his barefoot toe. He slowly look down and dare dat water mocassin was with two frogs in his mout.



Fear leads to Anger
Anger leads to Hate
Hate leads to Suffering

{Yoda - Star Wars}




posted by HCL at 11:33 AM