The Human Tugboat

What’s the bravest thing you’ve ever done when no one was watching?

I’m not sure this is the bravest thing. I have some better ones I could write about but this just came to mind, a memory I had almost forgotten.

When I was young, growing up in Georgia, there was a beautiful 10 acre lake way back up in the woods behind my house. My birthday is in September, so I believe I was 13 at the time, about to turn 14.

Anyways, the lake was full of big bass and huge bluegill. Me and my friends spent many a day fishing it and sometimes swimming, but we had to be careful because it had its share of venomous water moccasin snakes, aka the Cottonmouth. I mentioned these in my earlier post on snakes, but if you got bit, there was no one around to help you and no way to call 911.

So one hot and humid summer day I borrowed my neighbor’s 12 foot aluminum jon boat. It was just what you call a blank hull. It had no motor or extras or seats except for bench type seating made into the body. It was as plain Jane as they come. It was also fairly lightweight as boats go and it had a long rope tied to the bow of it.

My friends and I would get 2 or sometimes 3 of us to a side and tote it with our fishing gear laid inside it, then walk the 45 minutes through the woods on the trails to get to the lake, stopping occasionally to rest.

So yeah, that particular day we made it to the lake, we put the boat in the water, paddled out and started fishing.

We didn’t care about life jackets in them days. They were for lil kids. We were grown ass men. Might as well have arm floaties on 😎😁

I remember the fish not biting that day, probably because it was so hot. After a while my friends got tired of fishing and began to joke around, goof off, act like dummies and started rocking the boat. Long story short, the boat filled with water then flipped and went under, so we all grabbed what we could and swam to shore. And we weren’t like panicked or anything, we were cool. It was no big deal. I had my rod and reel and my tacklebox in hand and still managed to make it, at times swimming on my back.

I remember I was pissed though because I had borrowed the boat and I was responsible for it. They didn’t really give a shit. They all ended up going home, but I stayed because another friend from a neighborhood on the other side of the woods was supposed to meet me there later that afternoon. Of course, we didn’t have cell phones back then, so I had no way of contacting him. I decided to hang out and wait.

I started back fishing from shore. As I looked out across the water, I noticed something. It looked like the very top tip of the boat was sticking out of the water. Then I realized it hadn’t sunk all the way.

I was so happy to see this and that it wasn’t at the bottom. I knew that long rope was still attached to it, so I thought if I could get to that, then maybe there was a chance to save it and pull the boat in.

I figured maybe it was somewhat buoyant being just a lightweight empty hull. Also, possibly it had some air or something trapped in it. I don’t know.

So I took my shoes and shirt off and got in the water and swam to the boat. It was a good ways out, probably 40 or 50 yards.

Did I mention I’m a great swimmer? Not to brag or anything but it is what it is for this story. 😁

Oh and also, there was absolutely no one around to save me if I got in trouble.

But I had to try. I didn’t want to have to look my neighbor in the eye later and tell him what happened.

So I made it to the exposed part of the bow and grabbed on and kind of rested for a spell. I was also able to tell that the boat was at a good angle and just sitting there about 4 feet under the water at the stern.

After I chilled for a few and regained some strength, I found the rope and pulled on the boat some and it began to move.

Ok I got this… here we go. Get ready, let’s give it a go and see what happens.

So I started swimming like a human tugboat. It was tough and it remained partially submerged, but I made it back to shore… with the boat, mind you. I was exhausted but never for a moment did I feel like I was in danger of going under. But if that boat went under, then my ass would really be in danger.

It was a great way to end a day of fishing.

Hey deddy… guess what? I caught a 12 footer today! You should have seen it!

And what can I say? Not too bad for a 13 year old Gen X kid, alone by himself in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of a lake with a half sunken neighbor’s boat. 🤷‍♂️

Brad Paisley Cover… I’m Gonna Miss Her.

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Red Touch Yellow Kill a Fellow ᶠⁱⁿᵃˡⁱᶻᵉᵈ

The other night my girlfriend and I were having a conversation about old sayings that have been around for hundreds of years or so, and it made me think of one that I actually use.

“Red touch yellow, kill a fellow. Red touch black, friend of Jack.”

This is an adage that some in the U.S. use, especially in Florida. It’s one way you can tell the difference between a harmless Scarlet King Snake and America’s cobra, the deadly Coral Snake.

I’ve always loved snakes. Growing up as an outdoorsy kid in Georgia and living in Florida for many years, I’ve had many encounters, mainly because I went looking for them lol.

As a boy and young teen, my friends and I would spend countless hours in the woods looking for snakes. If anyone in my neighborhood had a snake issue, they would call me. Venomous or not, it didn’t matter. I would take care of it.

I’ve been bitten many times by harmless ones, and I’ve had some close calls handling dangerous ones. One memory I can still see clear as day in my mind.

I was around 10 years old. My friends and I had been back in the woods fishing this particular creek, and there was like a little swampy area with a trickle of a waterfall about 10 feet high. So I started climbing up it.

There was this one small ledge. As I pulled my head up over it, I came face to face with one of the largest Water Moccasins I’ve ever seen, aka the Cottonmouth. Its head was about the size of a tennis ball, and it was all coiled up, just inches from my nose.

We were staring at each other there for a second, both of us surprised. Lucky for me, it was just relaxing and sunning itself.

I slowly lowered myself back below the ledge, and that was it. End of story.

Later in the evening, after talking with my girlfriend, I still had snakes on my mind, so I decided to go on Wikipedia and read about all the documented snakebite deaths in American history. It was just fascinating.

So many people were bitten while in church and later died. How effin crazy is that? Snakes in church is a whole nother subject for another time.

One story was especially sad. The pastor of this one church was letting his young pregnant wife handle a rattlesnake, I believe it was, and she was bitten. Both she and the baby died, and he had charges brought against him.

Another story was from the 1970s. A woman in Florida was driving one evening and had to pee, so she pulled over on the side of the road and went behind some bushes. She didn’t even know she had been bitten. She thought it was a thorn bush that poked her in the butt.

She was dead the next morning.

It wasn’t a thorn. It was rattlesnake fangs.

Many of the stories are interesting. I’ll post the Wikipedia link below in case anyone wants to check it out.

So let’s get back to the Coral Snake. It’s different from America’s other deadly snakes. Its venom is a neurotoxin, which means it targets the nervous system instead of destroying tissue. There may not be much pain or swelling, but it will totally shut you down and paralyze the diaphragm. The cause of death is respiratory failure. Without proper treatment, you don’t stand much of a chance.

Coral Snakes are Elapids, the same family as cobras, mambas, kraits, sea snakes, and like the brown snake and others found in Australia.

We have 3 species of Coral Snakes here in the U.S. The Eastern Coral, Texas Coral, and Sonoran or Arizona Coral.

I’ve handled some of the Eastern ones from my years living in Florida. From my experience with them, they have been pretty chill for the most part, but not always. I have seen them bite.

At times I would hold them freely without securing the head if I felt that particular one was calm enough. Don’t ever do this yourself. It’s best to not even handle them.

Here’s 2 lil quick stories.

One evening I was sitting out on my enclosed back patio and one slithered close to my feet. I ended up handling that one freely and took it to the woods on the edge of my backyard and released it.

Another time, I was standing in my backyard one morning having coffee and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a fairly large one. I didn’t hold him loosely because he tried to open his mouth and bite a few times, and he showed me his 2 tiny needle teeth.

Elapids have different fangs from vipers or rear fanged snakes. They don’t fold back. They are just lil short, sharp, fixed, hollow needles.

I have so many stories I could tell you regarding my snake encounters, maybe some other time. I’m tired of writing now, and I want to go get some caffeine.

But yeah, snakes are so cool to me. Heck, ya know what? All living creatures are cool. And it’s funny how this story slithered into my mind from a conversation with someone who is the coolest of cool, my favorite living creature, my amazing girlfriend. ❤️‍🔥🐍❤️‍🔥

Cool Snake Pics

A harmless Scarlet King Snake
Eastern Coral
Baby Eastern
Texas Coral, I think or maybe Eastern
Sonoran or Arizona Coral
Florida Cottonmouth

Cool Girlfriend Henna Pics

Link for snakebite stories

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_fatal_snake_bites_in_the_United_States

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Did President Trump Give My Mama COVID? 😳🇺🇸

Yesterday, President Trump was here in the Atlanta area. As I watched him on TV, it reminded me of a story my mama told me about how she ended up with COVID.

My mother is good friends with a lady and her husband. The husband is an attorney, and one of his close friends serves on President Trump’s legal team.

When Trump came down with COVID back in 2o2O, the attorney on his team got it. He then passed it to my mama’s friend… and my mama caught it from him.

So around our house we’ve always joked that President Trump gave my sweet mama the COVID…

because apparently… he did. 😳🇺🇸💁‍♂️

But it’s okay… stranger things have happened.

Featured image credit Alamy

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We Don’t Call It Camping… Where I’m From

Have you ever been camping?

Are you kidding me…

I’m a Gen X kid.

We didn’t call it camping…
that’s what city folks say…
when they do it once in a while.

We called it…

the weekend.

…and sometimes in the summer—
it was just life.

Growing up in Georgia…

I didn’t have to go anywhere—

to find it.

I lived on the edge of thick… deep woods…
the kind full of things
that could hurt you.

We weren’t scared…

didn’t matter—

we were in there anyway.

Kids… by ourselves…
no parents…
just dirt… trees… and whatever moved in the shadows.

Then there were the weekends…

My friend Chris—
his folks had land on Lake Oconee.

Man… we lived out there.

Tents…
or just sleeping by the fire…

Fishing… boating… skiing… swimming…

Great times.

And when I wasn’t there…

I was with my dad… and my uncle…
heading up into the north Georgia mountains…
along the Tallulah River.

We’d drive about 15 miles down a narrow gravel road…
till we hit the river crossing.

Then we’d drive straight through it.

Clear water…
ice cold… even in summer…

on the other side—
was nothing.

No people.

Just us…
and whatever else was out there.

Bears…
Bigfoots…
timber rattlesnakes…

just the locals.

We’d set camp right on the water…

Fish all day.

Rainbow… brown…
beautiful native brook trout…

Trout for breakfast—
fish… grits… eggs…

Lunch—
fish sandwich… chips…

Supper—
we went all out…

Grilled or fried fish…
vegetable kabobs…
baked potatoes in the fire…
salad…

We ate like kings out there.

I’ve caught so many fish in that river…
I couldn’t even guess the number.

Been going since I was about 7…

I’m 52 now.

Haven’t been in a few years…

Life gets busy…

…but that place is down in me.

Some summers…

the riverbanks would glow red—

tiny garnets everywhere.

We’d sift through them…
looking for the bigger ones…

We’d also look for gold…
found some too.

I remember once…
I had a handful of decent-size wild garnets and gold… glistening in my palm

but that place for me—
is more valuable than anything I can hold.

Then came Florida…

Lived there for 12 years.

Different world—
same soul.

Many freshwater fishing trips inland…
spent much time at many of the different springs…

…but also the coast…

I lived on Anna Maria Island…

Had a sea kayak.

Weekends…
I’d load up my truck…
drive to Bishop Harbor…

Drop in…

Paddle 45 minutes out
to these tiny… remote islands.

Set up camp.

Mornings—
I’d paddle and fish…

Afternoons—
back to camp…
eat… rest… chillax…

Evenings—
back out till dark…

Then nights…

just me…

the fire…
the water…
the sounds…
the wildlife…

Alone…

but not really.

Down there…

we call it…

Salt Life.

Had the sticker on my truck and everything.

So yeah man…

I’ve been what yall call camping
a few times 😁

All jokes aside…

I’m about that life.

It’s in me…

just like music.

been singing this in my head and on guitar all day…

Me and my buddy Jonathan… fishing in Florida

Jon and I were fishing when 3 huge wild boars walked behind us

My friend Jimmy holdin’ my fish… this is my pb 9.3 lbs… caught at Lake Istokpoga FL… Feb 2o14
Supper one evening on the remote island

Romans 1:20

“For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that people are without excuse.

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Hot Browns & Holy Ground

What is your favorite restaurant?

An Atlanta Chick-fil-A Story…

Growing up in Atlanta… if word got out that I answered this prompt with anything other than Chick-fil-A… I’d probably get ostracized, kicked out of church, and have my house egged in the night by a pastor dressed like a ninja…

So yeah… let’s keep the chicken-lovin’ Bible Belt Army happy-happy, as Phil from Duck Dynasty would say…

Seriously though… it’s a freakin’ amazin’ place for fast eats.
Chick-fil-A was born here in Atlanta… started by Truett Cathy… a legend in these parts. A great Christian man… a man who really cared about his employees and his customers… he built his business on biblical principles… a man who was always closed on Sunday.

I’ve even got a personal story tied to him.

My ex-girlfriend’s grandmother owned and ran a newspaper here in Atlanta for many years called The Southside Insider. She was friends with Mr. Cathy… and he actually sold her the building for that newspaper for $1. I always thought that was pretty cool.

I never got to meet him… I almost did. Missed him a few times in passing… but I’ve been blessed to hear many stories about him.

So from its humble beginnings here in my city… Chick-fil-A is now everywhere. But it’s different here in Atlanta. Different than anywhere else.

Here… we’ve got the Dwarf Houses and Truett’s Grill.

If yall can fit through the door… then by all means… come on in and have a seat 😎

These places aren’t just fast food joints… they feel like actual restaurants. You can sit down… be waited on… and get menu items folks in other places have probably never even heard of.

One of them is found only at the Dwarf Houses and Truett’s Grill…

Ladies and gentlemen… I present to you… The Hot Brown.

Man…

Let me describe this thing!

It’s like a casserole-style dish with white meat chicken in a rich cream-style gravy like thick sauce… but it’s not a gravy, really, I don’t think… and it’s covered in melted cheddar… topped with strips of bacon… and served with toast.

You’re just gonna have to trust me on this one.

I wouldn’t lie to you.
my taste buds are elite.

I wish I had one right now.

And their sweet iced tea? elite too.

When I’m not goin’ with the Hot Brown… my next favorite is the spicy chicken sandwich with pepper jack and waffle fries. The mac ’n’ cheese is worth fightin’ for… and the cheesecake is straight-up badass.

So if you’re ever in the Atlanta area… now you know what you need to do.

I might just see you there.

Lunch is on me.

And in me.

Bawk! 🐔…

Comedian Tim Hawkins-songs about Chick-fil-A

The Hot Brown
My lunch from last month

📖 Colossians 3:23–24 (NIV)

“Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters…”

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