EUTAW + WYOM and another place

photo credits – Mrs. WWSB

Winter Projects

Is this what we do all day?

Most never figure the panting of a heroin addict cause for a smile. A big ol’ grin know and shown in your frost licked toes and sun-burnt nose. Lip joints pulled and curled flashing something kept safe in your bean swoll’ belly. It’s kinda like an upside down reptilian brain thing. Anyway the high desert is [...]

Hunched, Dirty, Soiled, and Sandy

Love (from Utah), Spring Bear

Wicked Dope Straight Outta Gaithersburg

Work had me in Maryland over the weekend. Weird folk up there. I saw a guy in a Cabelas shirt eating a doughnut with a fork and knife. Brothers beware.  No time to fish. But darned if I didn’t have some top water fluff back home that might have flipped some Chesapeake Bay Striper.  Here’s the rest [...]

Probably my second favorite number named town

Living in a town with only one, extra lonely stop sign turns your guts crosswise and grates your neck bones funny. Pink paint is not cute; toesies over the line and salt shot is a courtesy. At the county line, Busch Lite thirties are stacked low on a rough, poured floor- no boots, no service. [...]

Limp-Legged and Gut Shot

Not much to report. I’ve missed several wade fishing and whiskey buying opportunities in Baxter County. Not as terrible as it sounds, I’m saving my nickels for a couple of rods for M and I’s Mexican honeymoon. So I’ve spent the last few weekends assembling a new bass box. More ridiculous, and much larger than the ‘09 collection.   Here [...]

Well I don’t know but there’s a devil of a big one down in Pap’s old field

I spent a few work days in Little Rock. My armpits got wet, and my Spanish got better. El Verano is coming. Here’s a fitting tie. I’m out of barbells. I imagine it fishes like a beagle pup on bootlaces. Get it? Soo cutesys. Love, Spring Bear

I feel like a jerk-nosed snake for my last post.

I feel like a jerk-nosed snake for my last post. Too much metal, not enough Jenny Lewis. A while back MG came up with some tracks for a FF film. I had the idea too. Ask me, I’ll tell the truth, I swear. This tune would make a perfect intro. Grizzled dude cranking a Go [...]

Don’t wait for the hearse (to take you to church)

Boatless and with deteriorating social skills. A mess of messes under a hot, greasy collar, heavy lip ‘bout used up. Your eyes were blue; I shouldn’t know that. “Whoops- sorry! Here, I’ll get it.” “Nah I got it.” “Hey, You cut the whole damn thing off!” Tough shit, blue eyes. That weren’t your drift.  Warmwater was calling to me anyhow.

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