Fishbonker
Life Member
Some of you may remember a year or two ago when I gave Turkey River a raft of crap for trying to poison me with tapifreakinoka. He had made some stew for camp that was very very good. So good in fact, I had three or four bowls before he told me it had tapifreakinoka in it.
Last Sunday we were sitting in his cabin discussing important world events while I was eating my rock star breakfast of little chocolate donuts and soda pop. For some unknown reason his son, unless it was to read what kind of nasty stuff I was putting into my body, picked up the almost empty donut bag and started to read the ingredients. He needed help with some of the words because they were multisyllabic.
He looked up from the bag and gave me a big poop eating grin. "Bonker, you know you're eating tapioca, right?" I chuckled because I thought he was trying to get one over on me. Then he showed me the bag:
I thought I was going to die. Not because I was eating tapifreakinoka, but because I had been eating little chocolate donuts for years before TR tried to poison me with his stew. Who knew?
So a little crow never hurt anyone. Now I have a decision to make. Stop eating little chocolate donuts because of the tapifreakinoka or just say screw it and keep on enjoying the best food on the planet.
If that wasn't a bad enough experience for one day it got worse. When I got home and did a tick check I found this little sucker firmly attached to my shoulder:
Good news is because of all the bad crap I've put in my body that tick didn't stand a chance. I prolly gave him some kinda exotic disease I contracted in that foreign country also known as Oklahoma.
One other photo:
Spaghetti rings cold from the can while hunkered down in a brush pile waiting for turkeys. It doesn't get any better. One small problem, the tomato and cheese sauce gums up my mouth calls.
Last Sunday we were sitting in his cabin discussing important world events while I was eating my rock star breakfast of little chocolate donuts and soda pop. For some unknown reason his son, unless it was to read what kind of nasty stuff I was putting into my body, picked up the almost empty donut bag and started to read the ingredients. He needed help with some of the words because they were multisyllabic.
He looked up from the bag and gave me a big poop eating grin. "Bonker, you know you're eating tapioca, right?" I chuckled because I thought he was trying to get one over on me. Then he showed me the bag:
I thought I was going to die. Not because I was eating tapifreakinoka, but because I had been eating little chocolate donuts for years before TR tried to poison me with his stew. Who knew?
So a little crow never hurt anyone. Now I have a decision to make. Stop eating little chocolate donuts because of the tapifreakinoka or just say screw it and keep on enjoying the best food on the planet.
If that wasn't a bad enough experience for one day it got worse. When I got home and did a tick check I found this little sucker firmly attached to my shoulder:
Good news is because of all the bad crap I've put in my body that tick didn't stand a chance. I prolly gave him some kinda exotic disease I contracted in that foreign country also known as Oklahoma.
One other photo:
Spaghetti rings cold from the can while hunkered down in a brush pile waiting for turkeys. It doesn't get any better. One small problem, the tomato and cheese sauce gums up my mouth calls.
Fun read!
