Well, I can't catch fish. I can't even seem to go fishing. I don't know squat about good cookers. In fact, I don't think I know much about anything, so my wife and friends tell me.

SOOOOOOOOOO............

I am leaving!!

Nah, not that. Though, I'm sure .......oh never mind. Ha.

Nah, I'm leaving in the morning for an annual event at my buddy's deer camp in S. Arkansas. He calls it one thing, but I call it the annual "Mudfest, Gun Shooting, Hog/Crow/Squirrel/Coyote Hunting Attempt, Fine Eating, and All Around Get Together". Probably 30 folks by Friday. Just me and him from Wed till then. Not sure what we'll do. Their camp is the muddiest I've witnessed since my days on what is NOW Trusten Holder WMA, before it was that. They had gumbo, but this place is just deep water holes with mud under and around 'em. Overrun with hogs, but we rarely get one. Hard to imagine why......with 30 wheelies running through the woods single file, flinging mud, and yelling like crazed kids. Maybe all that carrying on will warm me up, cause I'm freezing to flipping death!!

But it beats not fishing!!! Maybe one of those deep mudholes will have a crappie in it, reckon?

Talk to y'all next week sometime. IF I survive.