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  • #16
    Today was a crowded day on the bayou. For me it began with taking a morning pee and seeing some idiot in a mud boat running THROUGH the marsh for no particular reason! So I yelled at him that he was killing the marsh and he moved into the bayou. Spay and neuter your idiots folks!

    I had a great time yesterday with Curmudgeon. There is one story I gotta tell y'all about his stake out stik ability, but I'm due down the bayou shortly with my gumbo, so I gotta keep this short. As usual I also enjoyed TRP 150 and his son Clyde and daughter Bonnie. Couldn't have had better company. Bill took a look at my buddy bearing problem and reckoned I had blown the bearing entirely. So he's heading down tomorrow with a whole new hub for me. Mark at the corner place in Treasure Island has offered a place to work on it with AC power so I can use the impact wrench. Don't know where I'd be without good friends. The fishing, and even the crabbing has been pathetic, but there's a lot to be said for a 3 day weekend out here. Headed to the neighbors for a soiree now. See ya'll in a little bit. - Sandy
    From 1970-1997, true heaven on Earth existed on the banks of Bayou Cook. "Hey Dad, Thanks for buying the Camp."

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    • #17
      Cool report. Always like hearing about life out at the camp.

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      • #18
        Originally posted by coachlaw View Post
        Today was a crowded day on the bayou. For me it began with taking a morning pee and seeing some idiot in a mud boat running THROUGH the marsh for no particular reason! So I yelled at him that he was killing the marsh and he moved into the bayou. Spay and neuter your idiots folks!

        I had a great time yesterday with Curmudgeon. There is one story I gotta tell y'all about his stake out stik ability, but I'm due down the bayou shortly with my gumbo, so I gotta keep this short. As usual I also enjoyed TRP 150 and his son Clyde and daughter Bonnie. Couldn't have had better company. Bill took a look at my buddy bearing problem and reckoned I had blown the bearing entirely. So he's heading down tomorrow with a whole new hub for me. Mark at the corner place in Treasure Island has offered a place to work on it with AC power so I can use the impact wrench. Don't know where I'd be without good friends. The fishing, and even the crabbing has been pathetic, but there's a lot to be said for a 3 day weekend out here. Headed to the neighbors for a soiree now. See ya'll in a little bit. - Sandy

        We really didn't need to know that first part Sandy but I guess now we know your housebroken, I think.
        A Little deeper in debt.

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        • #19
          Originally posted by Funk Shoal Brutha View Post
          "(don't get sloppy drunk or act like a butt-head, there's no place for folks like that there)"



          Was this for you or me??? LOL

          Signed,
          He who walks on coals
          Guess we need to go in halves on a place so we can FUR together...that stands for FURoyally!
          Don't be a Nancy!
          If it smells like fish....you know I've been there!

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          • #20
            Originally posted by FlatoutFishin View Post
            Guess we need to go in halves on a place so we can FUR together...that stands for FURoyally!

            Yeah... no fixxer-uppers though. That would cut into my fubar time. Need a grill sturdier than a 3 legged old smokey too!

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            • #21
              My Old Smokey still ain't right! Freakin' firewalkers.

              Anyway, TRP 150 showed this morning with a new hub kit, but it was the wrong one, so we went to the Academy in Lake Jackson and got the one that 100% positively matched the other one. Nope. Funny how 1/16 of an inch can cause such problems. Rather than try to keep Bill for the entire day, we drove together back to Academy and got the right hub assembly. I got 2 of them figuring if one went out, the other would follow soon. Bill went home and I headed back to the trailer at Mark's place in Treasure Island. Things went like clockwork and the neighbor even fed me a couple of brews, a couple waters, and all the paper towels I needed. About 3pm I was good to go and he (Scott) became the devil on my shoulder. "Man, you've got all the tools and everything, why not just do the other one?" So I began. The dad gum old bearing race seemed to be welded on. Luckily Scott was into helping me and he went and got a couple chisels at a neighbor's house. Things progressed with his help and I got it all done by 5:30. Then he and his family came out to visit Blockade Runners and I gave him some homemade jambalaya. Scott, I don't know if you're ever going to get on the site, but Man I cannot thank you enough for your help and support. I'd be driving home tonight without the boat without your help.

              FYI if you ask a mechanic to change your hub assemblies and they say the looked at them and re-packed the bearings and they're good to go, don't listen to them! So all my projects here at the camp are slightly un-finished after spending the whole day working on the trailer, but I have one more week to make the place ready for the Titlum-Tatlum Cup tournament.

              Thanks to TRP-150 for giving up a big chunk of his holiday to help me out. Without Bill, Scott, and Mark, I'd be up the creek. To meet good friends, all you have to do is find yourself in a tough spot and they show themselves. I find myself nearly waxing poetic about all the dad gum good people I've met in my life when I needed them most. Not a few of them are here on this board. Thanks to all who have ever lent me a hand when I was in need.

              As for the end of this weekend, I've decided to let all the whackos beat me through Surfside and hit the road around 10pm. That'll give me some time to clean this place up. And it looks like I've got a sunset to watch. - Sandy
              From 1970-1997, true heaven on Earth existed on the banks of Bayou Cook. "Hey Dad, Thanks for buying the Camp."

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              • #22
                Had a great time as always Sandy. Sorry about the wrong hub (2 times) but glad you got the trailer up and going wish i'd went back with you. the green beans sat. night dang talk about good. Always glad to help friends like you.

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                • #23
                  Well Bill, it's like I'm fond of saying, "If everything went as planned, we'd never have any good stories to tell." How boring would that be?

                  "My trailer broke and TRP 150 helped me fix it. Everything went perfectly." Man, that was even boring to read.

                  We both learned a bunch about trailers and I met some good people out of it. Life's an adventure. I won't be afraid to change the bearings myself next time.
                  From 1970-1997, true heaven on Earth existed on the banks of Bayou Cook. "Hey Dad, Thanks for buying the Camp."

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