My Home Town
Tennessee Granddaddy was born in Knoxville in 1938. I used to know my way around town pretty well in the old days, but the town has really changed. Here’s a “helicopter” tour of the town which was prepared by a realty company. I think you’ll like it.
A book has been written about my 98 year old Dad. It is aptly named, Dad, The Tomato Man. The book lets you enjoy virtual Coffee & Conversation with America's Oldest Blogger, Ray White. For more information click on the book cover.
So far we have had 5 fishing trips to Douglas Lake this spring. Our last trip was last Thursday when we caught 103 crappie but only had 16 keepers. The picture shows me with the stringer of 16 crappie and a couple of white bass.
We’ve been keeping count of the number of crappie caught this year because we have been catching a lot of fish that are just under the legal limit of 10 inches. In the 5 trips we have caught 683 crappie and only 74 have been 10 inches or longer. That’s only a 10.8% success rate. Even though we’re not catching a lot of “keepers” we’ve had lots of fun and it has really kept us busy on the boat.
When I was young we used to go 'skinny dipping,'
now I just 'chunky dunk.'
Iron sharpeneth iron;
so a man sharpeneth the countenance of his friend.
Joke of the Day
A tiger was walking through the jungle one day and saw two men relaxing under a tree. One was reading a newspaper, and the other was working feverishly on a manual typewriter.
The tiger leapt on the man with the newspaper, and ate him up. The tiger did not bother the other man at all. That's because any predator knows that readers digest but writers cramp.