Reminds me of the time 3 of us were fishing at Jack's bay in white river nwma. Got back to the ramp and the truck battery was bad in my buds75 chevy 4x4. We borrowed some jumper cables out of a truck next to us and got it boosted. We started back down about 6 or 7 miles of gravel, got about 5 miles away and tank 1 of gas ran out. Had 2 tanks with a mechanical switch between them. By the time has started flowing the engine died. Wouldn't crank. We knew the jumper cables were back at the ramp so we walked back. When we got back to camp a truck with3 drunks pulled up and said get in they would help us. Back we went. Got back and it Wouldn't crank. Battery was too dead. They tried once or twice and then said "well, we gotta be getting back home". There we were back where we started. Possum cop came along and took us into Tichnor and we called home for help. Buddy came down and while we left his truck running off the alternator we used his battery to get started. We still laugh at the help we got from the drunks.
Crappie bite twice a day. 15 minutes before I get there and 10 minutes after I leave.
The sheep live in fear of the wolf but in the end it's the shepherd that eats them.
The two loudest sounds are a gun that goes click when it is supposed to go bang and
a gun the goes bang when it is supposed to go click.