Oh, he’ll go with me. He goes everywhere with me.

This past Summer, we took him with us on a 6,000 mile “road trip” through 23 States. He did fine but he was a lot smaller.

We laugh about how we have turned into those kind of people that we used to talk about.

I’m gonna try to pattern my Texan tomorrow. I got tied up with froze pipes and trucks & tractors that wouldn’t start today.
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"Filet that fish? Hell naw! I'll scale him, gut him, fry him up in grease, take him by the head and tail, and play him like a French Harp!" - Uncle Paul sometime in the 60s.