Confucius say

Man must sit in boat with bottle long time before fish swim into net.

                                                       Confucius

Sleepy Man Banjo Boys - Epic Talent here, Oh yeah he's 9.

More here ....   http://www.sleepymanbanjoboys.com/

Salmon Fishing in the Yemen

A visionary sheik believes his passion for the peaceful pastime of salmon fishing can enrich the lives of his people, and he dreams of bringing the sport to the not so fish-friendly desert. Willing to spare no expense, he instructs his representative to turn the dream into reality, an extraordinary feat that will require the involvement of Britain's leading fisheries expert who happens to think the project both absurd and unachievable. That is, until the Prime Minister's overzealous press secretary latches on to it as a 'good will' story. Now, this unlikely team will put it all on the line and embark on an upstream journey of faith and fish to prove the impossible, possible. 

In honor of March madness and the end of the Mizzou KU Rivalry

This is the untold tale of the oldest rivalry west of the Mississippi...this is the secret origin of the Kansas vs. Missouri Border War in Basketball. By the way this is historically inaccurate.

Need your felt boots resoled .. Here's a local Missouri Company in Farmington

Prices: $70-80

Craftwell & Dunnright 

ATTN: REPAIRS

720 Maple Valley Dr.

Farmington, Mo. 63640

 

Farmington, MO – (573) 756-2112

Link to Craftwell & Dunright

Sometimes you have to go look for your life - Sometimes you got to go not look for nothing - Sometimes you got to not look too hard Just let the dog find you.

I think I’ll drive back to Eugene
Get a slide-in camper for my truck
Pack a bamboo rod and hip boots
A book of flies from a Missoula pawn shop
Rub mink oil into the cracked leather
Wonder about the old guy
who tied these trout-chewed flies.
They work good.
Take along my Gibson J-45
made by women during World War II
Coffee-stained stack of maps
A little propane stove
A pile of old quilts
Can opener
Kipper snacks
Smoked oysters
Gunpowder tea
Copper tea pot
and a good sharp knife
Sometimes you have to go look for your life

And I’ll park by some rivers
Cook up some rice and beans
Read Ferlinghetti out loud
Talk to the moon
Tell her all my love tales
She’s heard them, many times
I’ll make up some new juicer parts
Drink cold whiskey from a tin cup
Sit in a lawn chair
Fiddle with my memories
Close my eyes and see
Sometimes you got to go not look for nothing.

The Northwest is good
once you get off I-5
And wander up and down the Willamette, damn-it
On the back, back roads
I know a few people that’d let me park in their drive
Plug in for a night or two
Stay up late and talk about these crazy times
The blandification of our whole situation
And then back to the woods
The dog is bound to find me sooner or later
Sometimes you got to not look too hard
Just let the dog find you

And then head south and east
Maybe through Nevada
The moonscapes of Utah
Stay in some weird campground
where Rodney and Marge keep an eye on things
Everybody’s got a story
Everybody’s got a family
And a lot of ‘em have RVs

I’m on my way to the Ozarks,
to the White River and the Current.
Those smallmouth are great on a flyrod;
they’re not all finicky like trout.
Trout are English, and bass are Polish,
And if I wasn’t born in central Europe
I shoulda been.
Maybe it’s not too late
Sometimes you have to dream deep to find your real life at all

I might go on over through Memphis
I played a wedding at the Peabody Hotel once
twenty odd years ago
And everybody danced
Usually they just sit there and stare.
A few at least sway
But the roads are stupid crowded everywhere
Kids coming along are used to it
All wired up and ready,
or wireless, I guess, and even readier
World peace is surely on the horizon
once us old fers die.
I’ll do my part

But first I want to go across Tennessee into North Carolina
Fish some of those little mountain streams
Catch some brook trout,
which are God’s reminder that creation is a good idea
The world we’ve made
scares the hell out of me
There’s still a little bit of heaven in there
and I want to show it due respect
This looks like a good spot up here.
You can try me on the cell,
but most places I want to be
it doesn’t work.
Sometime you got to listen hard to the sounds
Old Mother Earth still makes
all on her own.

Next time you look at the stars while camping.....

I'm always amazed when in places like Montana, Alaska or just in the country the number of stars and celestial matter that can be seen by the naked eye.

Next time your looking at the stars while camping you may want to think about the attached video.
The message is unbelievable. That is........... it is the believable that is unbelievable.

There are over 100 billion galaxies in the universe. Your brain can't put that in any meaningful perspective.

We occupy a very tiny place in the heavens.

Is there life out there ? What do you think ?