There comes a time in the life of a redneck mountaineer, when the creative juices flow, and given enough burlap sacks,
milk crates,
Worn out ice chests,
Tarp straps,
and old antifreeze jugs, that he can create a masterpiece. Here is my offering into the world of fine art ! Tomorrow we will parade all of this plunder, actually a pitiful and tacky flaunting of material wealth, all the way over to Lake Greeson !
WOO HOO ! We is a’ goin’ fishin’ ! It’s the start of JUGFEST2010.
We will be at Weston Point, Kirby Landing, ya’ll bring yer’ bag chairs and we’ll enjoy the wonderful Arkansas Spring time.
2 comments:
He, he, I'll bet you Tennessee boys call them burlap sacks " croaker bags" for when you go frog gigging !
Oh, yeh, we stuff lawn chairs, small folding tables and such plunder into them. It is nearly impossible to go camping without a few good burlap sacks !
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