I'm a 52 yr old truck driver. drove most of my adult life over the road. I drive local now. I been all over the U.S.A. and half way around the world to a place called VietNam. so naturally I think I know a little bit about everything. and what I don't no I can B.S. my way thru. I love riding horses, hunting ,fishing, and sitting in the woods by my self, mud dogging in my old truck, and rattlesnake hunting but my old girl want let me any more, she says I can't find my socks when they're right in front of me I damn sure don't need to be hunting no rattlesnakes. love my old girl, my old dog, riding Harley's, been riding them since I could hold one up. back when people thought only outlaws rode Harley's. but most of all I love my 13 grand kids, 11 girls and 2 boys, from 14 yrs old to 8 mths. and I do love Texas. I'm an American history nut. I like reading anything to do with the history of Texas, the old west, old mountain men and the war of aggression, that's the Civil War to you people up yonder. Mom used to say after I was grown I was born a hundred yrs. to late. if I had lived back then I would of most likely been a Texas Ranger, a hired gun or an outlaw. but a nice one. the kind that would tip my hat to a lady right after I shot the stagecoach driver. I don't think I would of been a cowboy that was hard work and little pay and I'm a mite lazy. no sir if ya caught me herding cows I'd haft to run. since they might be yours. My favorite authors are William W. Johnstone, Elmer Kelton and Ralf Compton. I like any kind of music old and new except gangster rap and opera. but mostly rock country and the blues. well that's all I got to say about me. oh yeah my old girl says I'm full of B.S. a lot of the time. but she don't know nothing.
I was working my butt off last week so I wasn't on here too much. So I thought I would drop in and tell y'all what happen last night. I got drunk. Well it was Saturday night. Anyway I went singing at the local bar. I only got to sing one song there was just too many people singing in there last night. But that was alright most of the ones that sing in there can sing their ass's off. So it ain't a bad thing. Hell there is one big family that has their family reunion there every Saturday night, and they can all sing from Grannie down to the youngest. Well I spent most of my time socializing with Friends I hadn't seen since last week in, catching up on the gossip and what not. You know talking about trucks, hunt en and fishing, the 4th of July races down at the local dirt track and women. Well I left early about one o clock and that's when it happen. I guess I should explain the parking satiation 1st. Well they got a big ole crushed concrete parking lot in front, but I don't like to park there. I like to park around on the side. There is a dirt road that runs beside the bar to a 10 acer pasture in the back, with just enough room to horizontal park between it and the tree line. That way I ain't got to worry about no one backing into my old truck or vise a verse. I just back out go turn around in the pasture and drive out, and if it's been raining that's just all the more fun I can cut some donuts in the pasture. the owner don't like it but he's a good old boy he don't hold a grudge to long. Now bear with me I'm getting to the good part. I head around to get my truck. That's when I seen this car parked right behind my old truck. Well I figured the dumb son of a bitch must have been drunk when they got there. Then I see two empty spaces between my truck and the last one in line. Well right off I remember seeing a couple old boys in the bar eyeing me and we ain't never had no love lose between us and I figure it's a setup and them old boys is a gonna jump me. So I bent down and pulled my friend from my ankle holster and stick her behind my belt. I ease up to the passenger side of my truck and that's when I hear a racket by that last truck. I look and some girl was a sitting a straddle of some old boy and she had a holt of his hears and it looked like she was a banging his head on the ground, so I started around the truck to tell her to get the hell off that old boy. That's when I seen she had her shirt pulled up around her neck and them titties was a bouncing and she didn't have no pants on. And all I could say was, HO MY ! Well I didn't feel like it would be polite to interrupt because they was going at it pretty hard and I didn't need no more beer so I just kept watch for them. Well all of a sudden she got all stiff and ridged and then fell over that boy and just laid there so I figured they was finished or she done had a heart attack. So I got in my truck bitching about people parking behind me and that it wasn't no problem my old truck could push that little old car out the way. Then I fired my old truck up, and she do talk with them headers and glass packs. That girl jumped straight up and started turning around and looking like she had just woke up and didn't know where she was at. But then I realized she was looking for her pants so I cut my head lights on so she could find them. She did and that's when she turned her back to me to put um on like I hadn't done already seen all she had to offer. But then that butt was looking right at me and all them other parts was a smiling at me and I got exited, when I get excited my right foot seems to take a mind of it's own and starts tapping and it was a tapping on that gas paddle and gunning the engine. She turn and screamed at me with her pants still around her knees to just hold my goddamn horses, like it was my fault she bought them pants too goddamn tight. I told her I wasn't putting my hand no where near my hoss if I did we would have a scene going on . Well she got her pants on and got the hell out of there quick. That old boy had done got up on his elbows and had a grin on his face so I figured he was okay so I went home hopping my old girl was still up watching a late movie but she wasn't. Well my old dog is getting on in years and was groaning so I gave him an aspirin and laid down on the floor with him and that's where I woke up this morning. But I remember thinking before I passed out, Ain't life grand and God I do love being a redneck. PROFILEFANTASY.COM
PROFILEFANTASY.COMI seen a roadrunner the other day up by Lake Conroe. It was the 1st one I've seen this close to town in about 15 yrs. It reminded me of something that happen years ago and I had to pull over on the side of the road and laugh for a bit. One sunday me and one of my bros. were out riding our bikes. I had my old girl with me and he had a gal riding with him. We had stopped at most of the bars out in the country, most of our regular hunts. Some were having barbque cook offs. We seen a lot of old freinds and had a few cold beers.On the way home we desided to cut thru. the Exon oil fields. Well there we was cruising a long side by side and out runs this Roadrunner across the road. Well I new as fast as they are he wasn't gonna make it. And I new that even though they don't fly that much that when push comes to shove they will, and he did. Now if ya know anything about roadrunners ya know they don't usually fly but about 4 or 5 ft. off the ground, that would put him about head high to us on them bikes. Well due to my quick thinking and always paying attention to what's going on around me I saved us. Well most of us.You see if your gonna ride motorcycles every day ya got to learn to think quick and pay attention. or ya don't live long or ya get all broke up and skint up, and that goes for passengers too. Folks in automobiles don't look out for us. we always got watch out for them and try to figure out whats on their minds and what they gonna do before they do it. And not only that, if you hit a big old dog in your big old car you just keep on going. Ya might feel bad for the dog and ya hope it didn't tear up ya bumper. Now if ya hit a dog on your motorcycle you are in a world of shit. So ya always got to pay attention and think quick. That's whats kept me alive all these years. Well that's what saved us that day, well most of us. Ya see as soon as I seen that roadrunner step out of them trees I already knew what was on his mind. Getting across that road even if he had to fly. And damn anything that got in his way. Well as soon as I seen he was gonna take to the air I hollard, DUCK. As I ducked I seen out the corner of my eye that my bro and his girl ducked. He later said he seen him too but I doubt it. He never could think as quick as me, that's the reason I was state road captain and not him. Well at the same time I seen them duck I felt my bike kind of tug to the side a bit. I looked under my arm and there was my old girl just leaving the road and doing a flip into the woods. That roadrunner had caught her right in the face. I guess she wasn't listening or paying attention. Well we had to turn around and go back to get her and make sure she was alright as embearest as I was. It just ain't proper for a road capt. old lady not to be able to keep her seat on a motorcycle. Well she was alright except for a few scratches and we had a good laugh at her expense. And after she finished giving us a good cussing she was laughing with us. But she learned her a good lesson that day. Till this day when someone says duck, she ducks. And I will admit I kind of wore it out for about a week. HEE HEE. We would be riding down the road and I would holler DUCK for no reason. Hey look at that car DUCK, check out them DUCKS over there.You know we never did find that poor roadrunner.
A little over 2 hundred years ago after our ancestors fought to free us from a tyrant king that tried to control every aspect of our lives and tax us to death. Our forefathers got together and wrote the constitution. They formed a government to secure our God given rights and the rights of the constitution. Not to grant us our rights or to rewrite the constitution. Now days they don't call it rewriting the constitution they call it making amendments. When they want to make an amendment to the constitution they say that the original is out dated for today's society. So we have to update it. ( change it , rewrite it ) A perfect example is our right to bear arms. Our government has been trying to over wright this one for years. they say that in today's society they will protect us. we don't need to be armed. That this is a civilized society. Tell that to the punks kicking down your front door in the middle of the day. No sir I'll take a 12 gauge shot gun next to my bed any day over 911. It mite be messy but its quicker than 911 and it gets the point across to the bad guys. The truth is our forefathers didn't put that clause in there so we could protect ourselves from Indians and bad guys but so we could protect ourselves from a government that got to big for it's britches. An unarmed people is a people that the government can control. But I'm getting off the subject. Ronald Reagan once said, that we are a nation with a government, not the other way around. I would just like to know when it got turned around ?
A young Marine was taking some collage courses while between tours in the middle east. He was sitting in the classroom with the rest of the students when the Professor ,who was an atheist walked in. The Prof. walked straight onto the podium without speaking to anyone. He looked up at the ceiling and said, God if you exist prove it by removing me from this podium, you've got 15 minutes. You could of heard a pen drop, the class was silent. 10 minutes passed and nothing happened. The Prof. looked up and said, I'm still here. You've got 5 minutes. After 2 more minutes passed the young Marine calmly gets out of his chair walks up to the Prof. and hits him so hard, he not only knocked off the podium but knocked him out. When he woke up he looked at the marine and screamed. Why the hell did you hit me ? Have you lost your damn mind ? Being the good Marine and always respectful. He replied. No Sir. Begging the Prof. pardon Sir but God was busy protecting the men and women fighting for your freedom and right to stand up there and say stupid shit. So he sent me. The morale of this story. Be careful what PROFILEFANTASY.COM you ask God for. He just may send the Marines.
Free Comments & Graphics Hey everybody. I'm tired, just pulled a 16 hour day so I'll try to make this short. Just to remind ya In case ya forgot, it's the time of the year to watch out for those bloodsucking little bastards we call TICKS. I would like to thank the Wolf, the Grandfathers. my dad ( for showing me what a Rocky Mounain tick looks like) any other spirits that were looking after me today. I was walking a field in knee high grass. in shorts checking it for hidden obstacles. Before I backed my truck in to dump my dirt. Later driving down the road I felt something crawling up my leg. I reached down to knock whatever it was off and it transferred to my hand. It was a rocky Mountain Tick. Now some of ya probable know that bad boy can kill ya or at the lest make ya so sick ya wished ya was dead. So if you people will excuse me, while I still got some energy. I'm gonna go strip down and lit the old girl search me for ticks. Hey it's the smart thing to do. Reminds me of a country song I want to check you for ticks. He. He.He..
After all the background checks, interviews and testing were done, there were three finalist; two men and a woman. For the final test, the FBI agent took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun. 'We must know that you will follow your instructions no matter what the circumstances. Inside the room you will find your wife sitting in a chair.... Kill her !! The man said, you can't be serous. I could never shoot my wife. The agent said, then your not the right man for this job. Take your wife and go home. The second man was given the same instructions. He took the gun and went into the room. All was quiet for about 5 minutes. The man came out with tears in his eyes, I tried, but I can't kill my wife. The agent said. You don't have what it takes. Take your wife and go home. Finally it's the woman's turn. She was given the same instructions, to kill her husband. She took the gun and went into the room. Shots were heard, one after another, They heard screaming, crashing, banging on the walls. After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door opens slowly and there stood the woman wiping the blood and sweat from her face. This gun is loaded with blanks' she said. 'I had to beat him to death with a chair. MORAL; Women are crazy. Don't mess with them.
This is my youngest granddaughter. As you can see she is already in to body art. Some of you that have tattoos know that for some of us ink is addicting. One tat is not enough, we have to have another and another and one more until our hole body is covered. In my case I had a family before the addiction hit me, and due to the fact that tattoos ain't cheap and I'm too lazy to steal and want let family go hungry I only have six. But they all tell a story of my life. Her mom or dad have no ink, so she's not like say a crack baby. But my baby girl has six and like me they all have something to do with her past, one in memory of her late husband, two for their daughters and a couple that she want let me see. And due to the location I don't want to see, I mine she's my daughter for Christ sake. My baby boys is 6'3'' and got um all over. And they don't all tell a piece of his life, god I hope not cause he got some weired shit on him. But it looks cool. Now I think some tats. on a girl look good but not all over. So what I'm asking is do ya think ink addiction is hereditary ? And if it, is since my granddaughter is a girl. Do think I need to worry. P.S. If any of you guy's got some neat tats. send pictures. My kids is grown and although they ain't all out of the house, I got some extra cash, And I got a ink Jones, and I'm looking for some good ideas.
I was trying to do some stuff on multiply to night and some one turn the TV to the PBS channel. They were playing crossroads guitar fest Chicago 2007. I was stuck in front of the TV for two hours. They had all the best that are still living. B.B. King, Eric Clapton, Johnny Winters, Jeff Beck, even Willie Nelson and to many to mention. if ya want to see the whole thing go to pbs.org I went to youtube to see if I could find it, but this was all I could find. I grew up in the Mississippi Delta. where the blues were born about 25 miles from where B.B. was raised. If you are into listen to some good guitar grab a cup of coffee or like me, a good bottle of Scotch with coke by it ( coke a cola ) that is and listen to the hole menu.
It has accrued to me that some among us could stand a refresher course on the proper use and conduct while using the men's room. Now ladies this is for the men but you can watch it. who nose, ya might learn something. You girls might could use some Etiquette tips yourself. I mean it just seems strange when ya out with friends, ya all got to go at the same time. mmmm. Makes a guy wonder whats going on in there. not to mention what he might be missing. So grab a cup of Joe and sat back and learn something.
The other day I got off early and on the way home I noticed the local river was up. So I went home got my fishing gear and told the old girl I was going to drown some worms.Well unfortunately that's all I did was drown some worms. Fact is I drown so many worms I started feeling like one of them serial killers.Now I only took a six pack of beer with me. Well I had just popped the top on my last beer and I had only took one drink of it when I thought I got a hit on my other pole. " I like to fish with more than one pole, call me greedy I just call me hungry for fish." Well I got off my bucket to see if I had a fish on the line, " I didn't" and knocked my beer over and didn't notice. Well that was the straw that broke the camels back. I wasn't catching no fish and was drowning all these little worms for nothing. Well I didn't have anymore beer and I wasn't catching no fish so I grabbed the can of worms and throughed them all in the river and started screaming, DROWN, DROWN YA SUMBITCHES, BY GOD DROWN. I was waving my arms and what not, and if anybody had been there to see I guess ya could say I was making a fool of my self.I almost slipped and fail in the river.When I got home my old girl ask, did ya catch anything? and I told her WHY HELL NO. Then I commence to give her all the excuses as to why. The water had started to drop, It wasn't there feeding time, It got too windy, My honey hole was fished out, and the DAMN GAR had done moved in and run all the other fish out. Well she just ask me if I enjoyed the piece and quite? After thinking about it for a second or two I said yeah, yeah I did. Then she said I did too. Now that tequila bottle sitting on the table was a tad shy of what it was when I left, and her being part Indian I wasn't going to go there right then. But I got to ask what y'all reckon she mint by that?
Who are your 5 favorite guitar players? these 3 aren't my favorites but they are damn good. and I do like the blues. You have to watch thru till they do their solos to really git off on it. I can't honestly say who I think is the best guitar player of my time, because I like to many different stiles of music. There are some now that are better than what was considered the best in the 60's. but some of those guys aren't around anymore and the technologies and guitars have advanced and improved, so who is to say they wouldn't have advanced with the times and still be considered the best. I love to hear the blues and face it rock was born from the lose stings of a acoustic blues guitar. I love to hear some one play classical or jazz on a guitar. and I love to hear head slinging put ya neck in a brace tomorrow rock. So tell me who ya 5 favorites or and why. my 5 or. B.B. King, the king of the blues on the electric strings. Jimmy Hendrix, the king of acid rock. Chat Adkins, played a mixture country and classical stile. more country. but was rated as one of the best in his time. once he was asked who he thought the best guitar player was, he said Jimmy Hendrix. Steve Vai, the man AS got talent. check out for the love of god on the menu. My Daddy, what can I say he was my hero and the reason I love music. check out the menu. Steve is kick ass.
In the winter time native Americans in the north west would spend a lot of time sating around the tepee fire smoking the pipe and telling stories. since they didn't have a written language this is how there history was recorded, stories told around the fire and retold over the generations. The Blackfeet called the great spirit Old Man. now it was believed that Old Man some times walked among the people. and Old Man also had a since of humor and liked to play tricks on the people. this is one story that was told for many generations. One day in the beginning Old Man was sitting by the river and a woman came up to him with a child and said. Old Man my child is sick. I think he is dieing. can you save him? Old Man said it is the way of things nothing lives for ever. the woman would not give up. but like a woman she kept nagging and nagging till Old Man finally pointed to the ground at his feet. at his feet lay a rock and a buffalo chip ( dried buffalo dodo ) he told her pick one throw it in the river if it floats man will live for ever, if it sinks then all man will have to die. so the woman piked up the rock and through it in the river. now some say she was so distraught that she had tears in her eyes and couldn't see clearly. and grabbed the rock by Free Comments & Graphics mistake but the fact still remains that because of a woman, we all gotta die.
About 12 yrs. ago I was taking a load out to California. I picked up a young lady hitchhiking her way to Los Vegas. as we traveled across west TX., N.MEX. and most of AZ. we talked of many things our travels, the places I'd been and the places she had been, and the places she still wanted to see, and we talked about our homes and the people there waiting there on us. we went our separate ways her north to Vegas and myself west while we were eating she wrote this poem for me. I don't know if it's one she had read or if she made it up as she sat there and I didn't ask so I'll sign her name or the name she chose to go by to it. it struck close to home for me since I had spent most of my adult life on the road. I still have it and from time to time I take it out of my scrap book and read it and I think of that young lady so full of dreams and that far away look in her eyes that says I got to see what's on the other side of those hills. and I wonder if she got to see all the places she dreamed of seeing. and if she found the courage to go back home.
Is to late As we travel roads to cities and cities to states, we seem to forget the love who sits and waits. Never do hear a load voice filled with obscenities, only a slight of a brow to reveal the worries. As we turn around to see what we have lift behind We continue forward and west as the sun shines. With each new day's dawn, our lives continue going on. Always a new place, always a new face. Do we remember the love we had as kids. Do we then send home a card to tell of all the things we did? And as we travel city to state We start to wondering if to go back home, Is it to late. Zebra
HEHEHE... Ya gonna git the hell beat out of ya from ya woman there Hero. NOT for running out on her & let'n fend for herself. NO, UNGH UNGH. She's probably gonna do it for taking off and going fishing without her. Catch A WHOPPER...Ya gonna need it to tell ya woman with. (get it) whopper. You Guyz Take Care Old Friend... ~ ~ Lone Wolf ~ ~
Yeah they canceled work today. The old girl had to work though so she's on her on. As for me I'm getting the hell out of Dodge and heading north. Well not that for, about 50 miles to the dam at Lake Livingston. I here the fishing's been real good up there. And just thought I'd go see for my self.
Well HELLO DOLLY...Well HELLO DOLLY... YEEEEEEEEEE HAWWWWWWWWWW RIDE'M COWBOY. (LMAO)
I know, (and am glad) you won't get much more than rain out of this, but I just couldn't help myself ragging ya some. (LOL)
Boy, let me tell ya. If I still lived in Freeport, I'd have my canoe tied to the hitch'n post stead of my steed. (He'd be on higher ground) (ROTFLMAO) Man, I have seen that water up that high, clear back to Brazoria nearly.
I had lived in Jones CreeK, (Not "IN" the creek. LMAO) but boy, that water was so high there, HELL...you couldn't even see that part of THE Brazos anymore. (Whew) Boy, (like you) I LOVE TEXAS!!! But, I gotta be further north. towards the High Country. Ya Know???
Well Old Friend...Keep Mashing That Gas & Talk'n That Trash, TOOT TOOT... and RIDE'M COWBOY. Take Care My Friend. ~ ~ Lone Wolf ~ ~
I hope I'm not bothering you HERO. but my baby said she had got word from you that you had a mesage for me??? Well, I've checked your page, my page, E-Mails, comments, etc. Her page comments, etc. & can NOT find anything about this, AT ALL. If you know anything (or if you don't) of what she may have been talking about...PLEASE let me know something. (either way) Thank You Old Friend. I Hope You & Yours Are doing Well, Friends, ~ ~ Lone Wolf ~ ~
Hey there Hero, So good to hear from you bro. But, I can't imagine what you could be referring to...
I'm just being me... Charles, you're one HELLAVA Friend...and I appreciate you so much... As to your question...Maybe they're finally figuring out who the Lone Wolf really is??? Like I've ALWAYS said in my "Profiles" "I'm just THE ~ ~ Lone Wolf ~ ~...NO MORE, and NO LESS...
Thank You My Dear Friend For Your Vote Of Confidence. (LOL) I really needed it. My friend, DON'T EVER change. It would be such a Great Pleasure To Maybe finally meet you, THE "OLD GIRL" and the rest of your clan... You're ALL such wonderful folks whom I'd truely love to meet... Best Wishes, ~ ~ Lone Wolf ~ ~
Slug-bug! One just drove by! Dropping hug's and cool night's great for sleeping. How you be my friend? been busy packin and movin and cleanin and all that good crap.So havent been on much, just poppin in once in a blue moon to see whats up. Hope your doin well. Just have a wonderful evening. Hot enough for ya? Killer here in MT. Many blessing's to and your's.
Hell I can't remember Wes. Its been to long since I watched that video. I was try to post the same thing I posted for Freddie and Lonewolf but it kept posting the one ya got so I gave up. It done the same thing with me once before a while back. in fact it's not something I downloaded . Fact is I don't think I watch it all the way thru.
