Leeroy Jenkins!!

This got brought to my attention about a week ago and I have been contemplating putting this up. It is rather old. I don't play "World of Warcraft" but apparently it is pretty popular. I say, to each his own. If this is your bag, then that's cool. However, Leroy makes it entertaining with his no-holds bar style of attack and colorful presentation. Careful at work, there is some language. You gotta admit, "oh my god, he just ran in" is pretty classic.

Buzz Bin Tuesday!!

We are gonna skip over a track and move right into this one. I think you need it considering it is Tuesday and you are probably recovering from a long Memorial Day weekend. With that being said, thank you to all members of our Armed Forces for what you do and the sacrifice that you make so that we can sit here on the net and goof off with a blog.

Buzz Bin Tuesday!!

The Blog goes Fishing!!!

Well Mac is in town for a little R&R and the Crockett has the day off on Monday so we made the most of it. I called up a friend that has a little piece of land with a little pond on it and he gave us the ok to come on out. We swung by the local wal-mart to grab a few extra worms, spinner baits, hooks, weights and sunscreen. We didn't actually get started till mid afternoon and we were just filling the place out for about the first 30 minutes or so. Mac snagged him a bass, I snagged a log, then snagged a limb trying to drag a spinner underneath a tree on the bank. Mac was working on a backlash at the time so he wasn't paying much attention to what all was going on with me. I was in a heated battle trying to retrieve a $4 spinner bait from the clutches of the branches of a small cypress tree. Well, after a few minutes of thrashing the rod to and fro in an attempt to loosen the lure, the tree won. I guess I just put to much muscle into the last thrust and the Wal-mart special fishing pole snapped somewhere in the middle. I still had one eye left on the pole, so we did a makeshift cane pole type contraption to enable myself to continue fishing. Meanwhile, Mac is killing a worm with all the strikes he is getting on the end of his line. He'd grab one here and there but it only happened when he back lashed the reel into birdnest status. He did a swell job reeling in 5 fish for the day, but this blog supports "Catch and Release", so we let the youngsters back. I didn't fair well at all, as a matter of fact, I reeled in zero. I had some action with my shattered pole and had several strong nibbles and a few good strikes. Some several minutes after my rod snapped Mac decided to see how far he could chunk that lure......well, in his backswing of the cast he hit the side of the roof of the pier and lost control of his fishing pole and 'splash' into the drink the rod and reel went. It was a loner, as Mac has no gear here in town, but like a trooper, he took a swim and retrieved it so he could continue. Ironically, the fishing picked up a bit after Mac took a dip. I guess he 'chummed' the water and got the fish hungry. We continued to battle into the later part of the afternoon, trying to set the hook, trying to snag one out of the large conglomerate of small fish that were in a frenzy for something to eat. We did have a rather exciting moment when a rather large fish took my worm, I set the hook (no joke), and then the line broke. This fish had a bigger mouth than anything else Mac had pulled out but it got away. Then some 10 minutes later, the exact same thing happened to Mac. Had to be the same fish. This fish was a 3-5 pounder, had to be, and it was tough. Now it is really tough because it has two hooks stuck in its lip, hypothetically speaking. All in all, it was a fine day and we were grateful to have the opportunity to enjoy something outdoors for the day. The fish are still safe with us on the water, but hopefully we can change that one day. We do apologize for not having any photos as we took none.

Correction to the real story of "Skillet Shot"

Seems that ole Crockett was not entirely correct on his facts in regard to the life and times on the BBQ circuit. Got a call from a former team member of "Skillet Shot" and he set the record straight on the lowdown of what took place at the "Jubilee Jam" in Clarksdale. I was not there for judging so as you can see it was easy to miss this bit of information. Turns out at the Clarksdale event the team actually won an award that was known as the T.A.R - Tough Ass Rib. Now that in no way puts a damper on the 2nd place we took a month earlier at "High Cotton". Every team goes through some ups and downs and maybe a little inconsistency. But you also have to take into account that there were other variables in Clarksdale that weren't present at the Greenwood event. The pool, the golf cart, the bandwagon had grown. At this point we weren't a travelling BBQ team, we were a small Delta town with a grill and a dream. Must of had 30-40 members at this point. Lots of different backgrounds, personalities, and dependencies. So I reckon it was a fitting ending for the core of the team to go out with an award of such dubious recognition. Oh well, can't win em all.

To the Yardman on Riverside Drive....

I don't know if you will ever read this. I doubt you will, but I wanted to apologize to you if I came off as a smarta$$ this morning. You kinda caught me off guard when you asked me, "Do you know anything about snakes?" and although you laughed when I responded, " I don't like em..".... I still feel that I should have stopped and at least investigated your inquiry. I didn't, I was in the middle of nowhere in my head, just cruising along on my bike and I didn't even consider checking up until I was well down the road. I'm sorry. I hope that you were able to identify and control whatever situation the snake threw at you and were able to get back to more productive things other than some problems with the local wildlife. Again, my apologies. Crockett

ONLY IN TEXAS

As the saying goes "Everything's Bigger in Texas". Well I witnessed that first hand the other day at work. About ten yards from the range we were firing on there was an ant pile that could swallow a man. Walking up to the range I noticed it and was thinking, why is the grass not growing in that one spot? Here's what I found when I got to it. Not only was the pile huge, but the ants were enormous. They were about the length of my thumbnail. The last picture is the path they had worn down walking to and from the pile. Click on the pictures to make them bigger.