Happy and Funny Memories with Cousins

Patching up Mikey after a bike accident

Plowing the garden with a Ford pickup truck pulling the plow because the tractor was down

Helping CW when she picked the beautiful fall leaves that turned out to be poison oak

Sliding on the rocks at the creek

Camping and canoeing at Lake Kerr

Checking the lines for catfish at Lake Kerr

Listening to the tall tales as told by Auntie Sue while sitting around the fire

Always watchful of T-Bow and his sneaky tricks

Deep frying chitlins in the black pot with children riding by grabbing some on the run while Moms are vowing their kids won't eat them

Watching the Superbowl with the guys against the gals

Sitting around a fire on the cool nights of fall - not talking, just sitting

CW and I curled up with a good book while the guys are hunting

Mikey's breakfast - delicious

Listening to Dad's story of Auntie singing opera - "Have a raspberry"

All the skits at the Lodge and the many hikes through the mountains

Good fun, good food, lots of laughs! Always an adventure!

Ode to the Nipper Diddy

Floating along on the small lake, I had a couple of bream poles in the water and Hubby, he was casting for that big bass. Fishing from the canoe was not our favorite way to fish, but the trolling motor on the jon boat was dead and the fish were calling. We had to answer that call and the canoe provided the means.

We had just about given up on the big boy hitting the pumpkin seed worms Hubby was using and the bream didn't like my red wigglers. Hubby changed to his and my favorite - the frog colored nipper diddy. If the bass was going to hit, it would hit Mr. Nipper Diddy! I had given up on fishing and I was easing the boat slowly along the shore. Enjoying the coolness of the shade from the overhanging trees, I moved the canoe quietly along. Hubby jerked his rod and my regular question was "did you get him?" "Nope, but I will this time!" "Come on, big boy, hit it again." He cast again into the shadows and that big ole bass flipped Mr. Nipper Diddy off his tail and right back at the canoe. Frustrated and determined, Hubby once again dropped the plug right in the shadows, and once again the bass rolled over and flipped the plug right back at us.

It was definitely time to go home. We had worn out our welcome and we were sure the call had gone out over the lake to ignore the two in the canoe.

Hubby and I have caught many a fish on a frog colored nipper diddy. They don't make these wonderful lures anymore, but they sure provided a lot of fun and excitement.