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About To Be Exhumed

ex-hume — (verb) to revive or restore after neglect or a period of forgetting; to bring to light. (Oh yeah, and it also has that other creepy meaning…something about digging up a buried body.) Another year has eeked along and now it is finally here: my annual trip to Exuma with my parents. Of course [...]

Jalapeno Poppers Are Practically Kryptonite

I had this brilliant idea to roam around Austin with a video camera during South By Southwest, putting up FFFT posters while trying to catch a music celeb who might give us a little video testimonial to help promote the show. I thought I could film them saying something like, “When SXSW wraps up, pretty [...]

An Essay on Spring Creeks: Part III

“Hope springs eternal in the human breast” – Alexander Pope, An Essay on Man * * * According to Greek mythology, Pandora actually held Hope in the box a little longer than the other so-called gifts. But eventually Hope did seep out, like the water that finds its way up through the Earth and beads [...]

An Essay on Spring Creeks: Part II

  “A little learning is a dangerous thing; drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring” – Alexander Pope, An Essay on Criticism * * * Technical fishing is the dream. Magnificent vistas are a perk. But the characters you meet in these adventures are what I truly love. The creeks may get all the [...]

An Essay on Spring Creeks: Part I

“Fools rush in where angels fear to tread” – Alexander Pope, An Essay on Criticism * * * We pulled out of Twin Bridges and the Professor asked me one more time, “So you’ve really never fished a spring creek?” I knew precisely what he meant, but nevertheless I offered, “Well, I mean the Missouri [...]

Keen on Bass

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Robert Earl Keen sings about bass. Webb Pierce sings about fillin’ it up to the brim. Hmmm…Bass & Bream. Well, I am singing about both here in South Alabama! As it turns out, the Professor’s tennis game served up a gem of a fishing opportunity for us. A friend from his tennis team, nicknamed Hammer [...]

Red Headed Stranger

“The yellow-haired lady was buried at sunset; The stranger went free, of course. For you can’t hang a man for killin’ a woman, Who’s tryin’ to steal your horse.” – Red Headed Stranger Most of the time Willie Nelson is sharing the stage with someone who’s picking the steel-guitar, but it seems this Willie Nelson [...]

Basketball Trash Talk and Angling Ass Kissing

I’ve said it before and I will say it again: There is nothing ‘healthy’ about the rivalry between Carolina and Duke. Ooh, I hope you weren’t rooting for the losers yesterday. It was a great afternoon for college basketball fans. Little Chick and I joined the Austin Carolina Club at The Tavern to cheer my [...]

Birds Do It And You Should Too

One of my favorite things to do in winter is fly south. That’s right, when the winter holidays roll around, this bird flies home to Nashville, and I always make it a point to visit my friends at Fly South flyshop down on Music Row. Fly South is as good as it gets. Not only [...]

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