Thread: Contest

Originally Posted by Donald@CrappieLogic

lol good one g me putting you on 3 pounders is just about like wannabe buying lunch

You can do it.....I've seen you catch trophy green carp before, so I know your good with crappie, lol

wow this contest is a smash

you FINALLY came up with something worthwild LOL

Originally Posted by DonDon

you FINALLY came up with something worthwild LOL

yea i thought so tooooooo

Just for kicks.


See it's been taught to me, or at least whispered with great significance, since I was a boy that a man don't need no fancy boat, big motor And for dern sure don't need no minners.
Nope. Not to catch Sacalait on the Pearl. But one odd trip did teach me that a good pocket knife is a must.

Two tripis usually the magic # of toting hauls. And that day was no different. From that run down pickup truck, through a hunerd yard thicket of briars and thorns that'd make the ol Brer Rabbit think twice. But that 10' Sears flat was as light as 62 and 2/3 empty Natty Light cans. By unofficial scales anyways.
West Pearl, i59 perpendicular, sculling at the speed of death against the last eves rainfall and knuckle-headed designer shirt frat boys racing to the salt like there was a new Waffle House opening. BUT there she was, the opening to a simple mans heart. The Honey Island Swamp.
Muscled over the cypress stumps with a helpful lift from a few small 'squitos. Even had a nanner spider side dish along the way. Arrival. Coordinates: facing big booty tree, with empty Knob Creek trapped in a Gum limb directly left. Yup, exactly northerly southern Celsius. Sac time!
Dropped that '86 Chevy C10 rotor approximately 10 yards deep and tied on my newest opossum jig.
Some call it a sac killer, I just call it road kill. 3 tomahawk dinks into my first chew I heard a horrendous sound....sounded exactly like my 3rd ex wife. But couldn't be, she died, inexpectedly. Investigation still pending. Now it has been legended that The Honey Island Swamp is home to its very own swamp monster. Sasquatch, if'n ya wanna be a Yank about it. With that in mind, I went to scanning the banks edges with my Leupold in hopes of putting him in the hairs. "what tha.…" is what I had said. Exactly like that too. Being that is exactly what I say when I'm dumbded, which next to never happens. But that's what I said "what tha…". There was something on the camper's bank silver, green and dirty blonde rolling around like a stuck pig with the Bert's chili squirts. Knew it weren't Gon make me famous but I started scullin' that way, slower than a turtle shaped glacier in one of dem Yankee countries. As I got within a Redman spit from the bank it happened again "what the…"! But I said it more like I was surprised. That's why I put that excavation point there at the end.
It was a big roll of duct tape, with green cups stuck to it, just shuffling like a caterpillar in a cocoon of may-haw jelly. I could see glimpses of greasy human hair through the crooked wraps. Mumbles was coming from it so I decided maybe I should help. Wasnt catching good anywho. Loaded up a fresh cheek, stepped on the bank and yelled "land ho!" right at duct tape man. Broke out the Gerber and went to finding what kinda idgit Ive found. Once I had gotten the ol boys over sized melon free, I noticed he looked like a inbred mix between Chuck Norris and one of The Village People. He stunk something good, kinda like Thunderbird and Vodka. But he kept mumbling, could barely understood a word. Got something about he wanted bees, big feets, and nekkid sippi. Nekkid is all I needed to hear. I got one arm cut loose and left the weirdo to his own helping. Fish had to be biting somewhere else.

good one Micro

For the record, I'm the only one to have followed all the rules AND I ain't above suing to get my way. I'm just saying. Plus mine was way bestest.

Wannabe..

Plus mine was way ne


Are you speaking in DD?