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Jigmup mentioning trolling around with a hillbilly reminded me of the time the well at my inlaws place on Big Turkey was barley sucking water. Big Turkey is located by a town called Stroh and Stroh is as hillbilly as hillbilly gets. Being a redneck I'm a pretty close with some hillbillies and Zeke was the master of fixing well issues. I gave him a call told him what was up and he came right over. Took the cap off the well opened his tool box pulled out a 22 revolver.... I was a bit startled at first. I've never seen a 22 in a plumbers tool box. He fired a couple rounds down the pipe and put everything back together and said it should work now. I tried it and it worked better than I had ever seen. Zeke explained about how the force of the bullet knocked the sediment off the end of the pipe screen. Cost me 20 bucks and 6 beers. I couldn't get enough plumbing info from him after that fix!
That's well and good that it worked but now there is lead in the water system. Typical hillbilly mentality. Well gee, it works now doesn't it?
I see the word Stroh and ALL I can think of is grabbing a fish sandwich after a morning of fishing at the Turkey Lake Tavern. I'd eat one for breakfast right now if I could. Mmmm mmm good!
Ha Ha! I'll add to this thread just as soon as I have a moment.
X2 that Brink!! I don't know how many gallons of that godly tartar sauce I've consumed over the years. I just order the fish as something to dip on the sauce like chips are to salsa.
When I was 10 I use to ride my bike to the local dam just about everyday and carp fish. One day my brother and I are watching this guy standing on the flood gate and he's jigging something and hammer 15# plus carp one after another and keeping them. We decide to see what this magic bait and technique was. So I walk over and politely asked, and he said come here son I'll show you. He hands me a catfish ugly stick that had about 30 yards of 40 pound test on a zebco 808, and the secret bait was a automotive spark plug tip with a large treble hook. I said mister, where is the bait, he said that is the bait... He showed me the technique and after two fish, my brother was on his bike back to the house, to get some specialized gear. When he asked dad for some spark plugs and large treble hooks, my dad knew right away what was going down. About an hour later my dad shows up and calls me off the flood gate. He said come on get in the truck, and I was like heck no, I'm having a blast... Then he proceeded to tell me that I just got out smarted by a hillbilly, and that technique is a bad idea! Definitely a learning experience! Lol
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Went camping with 3 other couples about 10 years ago down on Monroe. We all set up tents and octagon food tent for eating at the state camp ground. We also took my John boat "Kat Phish Remedy" down to try and whack some kitties. It must have been about 90* degrees that first day so we went out fishing and somehow I had 4 or 5 chunks of cut bluegill fall between the seat and the fabricated deck that I had on the front. Started to stink real bad by the end of the day as you could imagine. Well we got back and pulled the boat back up to the campsite and proceeded to have a couple cocktails by the campfire. Off in the distance we could see some lightning. It kind of seemed like it was creeping our way, but you couldn't hear any thunder. We thought no harm no foul. About 15 minutes later from completely out of no where it sounded like a 600' tall locomotive was coming through the campground. Every single person, must have been 400 people, stood up at the exact same time(thinking Tornado) and sprinted to the block building shower room. I must have pulled 25 tent stakes on my sprint to the block building. I know I took out one whole side of the food tent and at least 4 or 5 tent sides on the run. It lasted about 10 minutes and poured for an hour. Death narrowly avoided. When the rain quit everyone walked out of the bathroom to find or not to find their tents scattered across the 10 acre area we were camping. Our tent was completely missing, but two of the other couples tents were still there. My girlfriend at the time, now wife, and I slept in my truck. Only problem I was 3 sheets to the wind and passed out with my foot on the break. When I woke up all my tail lights were burnt out. When I climbed out of the truck I could smell the burnt wiring on the back of my truck. Looked up and the wood line about 1/4 mile away all the trees were snapped off. The tornado had just missed us. Went over and checked on the boat and there was about 6" of water in the bottom of the boat. Well guess what them bluegill hunks from the day before floated back up out of the crack between the seats, but so did the 10,000 maggots that were crawling on every inch of my boat. It was alive. I thought oh lord, what the *ell am I gonna do..got it. Pull the drain plug. Well that got rid of the water but the maggots were still everywhere. So I drove home 3-1/2 hours with no tail lights, no tent, and I would venture to guess that for the first 50 miles the guy behind me was using his windshield wipers to brush off the maggots.
on Thanksgiving i brought some pheasants over that i had got earlier that week...i ate one and it was delicious...my girlfriend's nephew bit into one and said hey there is a BB in this...LOL...someone asked if it were steel...i told em no thats lead shot, and when ya eat wild game you've shot you do your best to get it all out and then just explore the rest while eating...needless to say the kid is still alive and that was the only shot we found..i see what you mean about lead in the water supply, but come on man these are hillbilly stories ya had to know it was comin!
Years back my brother and I were going to go ice fishing with our dad. He was about 15 and was notorious for not getting up at first call, and then running around like a chicken with his head cut off.
