Me and Rosie pulled out of here at 5am Tuesday on our way to Mobile Ala-bygosh-bama...We had a 1000 miles to go. I had 4 quarts of oil in Her trunk, she drinks a quart every 250 miles or so...4hrs and 250 miles later, we stopped for gas just north of Indy...then we proceeded apace down I65 and stopped again 4hrs later for gas just North of Nashville...we rolled on down the road and called it a day at Prattville Al just north of the Montgomery Caldera where its been said a meteor smashed into the ground here eons ago, forming an interesting geological anomaly....We got a room at a Baymont, and as is my custom, I jooed the desk clerk down $20 on the old AARP discount..
...We gassed up at Thorntons and bought a 12 pack of Budlite...I was buzzing from the road and looking forward to a good night sleep...fell in with some Irish Traveler Gypsy blacktoppers that were grilling dinner out in the parking lot and we stood out there talking about life and family and politics, smoking and drinking until 10pm!
Then I went to bed, and thats when it all went bad...some sort of bird was up all night outside my room making a wild cacophany of sounds and calls...I figured its dark, so it should quit soon, for NO birds call at night...WRONG! Mockingbirds do! The unbelievable vocabulary and scale this feathered Pavarati exuded soon matched my own!....I tried to sleep, put my one 'good' ear down on the pillow in an effort to dampen its calls..even with my deaf ear exposed, that ornithological adversary made such a racket! By 2am I was thinking, is this why Harper Lee wrote her Pulitzer prize winning book?...although I've never read it, I assume it is a treatise on the murderous rage a Mockingbird can elicit from a weary sleep attempter...I thought about my first BB gun, a Daisy lever action, I thought about how the neighbor kid had a Crosman pellet rifle that was pretty sweet, I thought about my old Wrist Rocket slingshot...my mind wandered and did some funny things like usual...by 3 am I was completely insane and lost in my thoughts...I got up at 4am and eased on down to Mobile in an effort to get away from this maddening chatter...
I crossed over the big delta swamp and hopped on 43 N out of Creola at Sun-up, found a little park and fired up the 70 to settle me down and relax...sniped up a few Q's and a D and felt a bit better...went on up to McIntosh to a big Chemical Company that was the primary purpose for this drive..got there at 9am, got the job done by 11am, and headed back North on 43...All those little towns had parks that I stopped at and briskly sniped..I looked at the clock, it took me 3hrs to only go 100 miles, and I am a long way from anywhere! It would take a lifetime to ransack all these little towns properly! I decided to bust on over and get on the Interstate and head for Memphis, and so I did, pulling in there pretty late Wed Night...once again, I gassed up and fell in with some tosspot traveling painters drinking beer out in the parking lot, they were from Michigan! So I polished off what was left of the 12 pack with them and made arrangements to meet Jimtn for breakfast at 5:30am....
Jim was on time, which is a rare and admirable trait...I got to hear the backstory of his Life and involvement in this Sport, how he was the first guy with a coil over Virgin ground once upon a time, and how he works 'hunted out' areas now...all those really cool adventures behind the coil in the early years! I offered to saw the fins off his 11"dd, and he offered to kick me in the @ss?
I had miles to make, and he had targets to hunt, so we parted amicably at 7:30ish....I made Nashville in 3, gassed up, bought 5 more qts of oil, and keep those tiny wheels on Rosie spinning until I was North of Indy to my 'Field of Dreams'. I intended to stay the night and properly ransack for all the targets I left there in my 'World record Clad stab' day baack in December...then I got to thinking...I can make it home from here in 5hrs If I want to, the road is high and dry and weather perfect for a big mile day...so I came on home like a good little Mud and pulled in here at 9pm Thursday night after 2400 miles on the road in less than 60hrs...gassed up at the local Stop N' Rob and bought more beer and checked out the Forum...
I got this stuff...hardly worth a mention in the scheme of things...but they are my most Southern found targets to date, so I figured I do them the honor...F70 performed flawlessly still set on my typical Michigan program..never GB'd even....If a fellow had nothing to do but detect, this sure is a big Planet!...I'm glad to be back in the Cold North...its too hot and sunny down there, makes your skin hurt even, people talk funny, and those damn mockingbirds keep a guy awake all night! We dont have crap like that to deal with up North!
Those Irish Travelers seem to have a pretty good gig going, traveling around working for cash and drinking out in parking lots...I nearly threw in with them, but they wouldnt have me on account of I'm a 'Gorger' they said..other than that, we got along pretty good.
Mud
...We gassed up at Thorntons and bought a 12 pack of Budlite...I was buzzing from the road and looking forward to a good night sleep...fell in with some Irish Traveler Gypsy blacktoppers that were grilling dinner out in the parking lot and we stood out there talking about life and family and politics, smoking and drinking until 10pm! Then I went to bed, and thats when it all went bad...some sort of bird was up all night outside my room making a wild cacophany of sounds and calls...I figured its dark, so it should quit soon, for NO birds call at night...WRONG! Mockingbirds do! The unbelievable vocabulary and scale this feathered Pavarati exuded soon matched my own!....I tried to sleep, put my one 'good' ear down on the pillow in an effort to dampen its calls..even with my deaf ear exposed, that ornithological adversary made such a racket! By 2am I was thinking, is this why Harper Lee wrote her Pulitzer prize winning book?...although I've never read it, I assume it is a treatise on the murderous rage a Mockingbird can elicit from a weary sleep attempter...I thought about my first BB gun, a Daisy lever action, I thought about how the neighbor kid had a Crosman pellet rifle that was pretty sweet, I thought about my old Wrist Rocket slingshot...my mind wandered and did some funny things like usual...by 3 am I was completely insane and lost in my thoughts...I got up at 4am and eased on down to Mobile in an effort to get away from this maddening chatter...
I crossed over the big delta swamp and hopped on 43 N out of Creola at Sun-up, found a little park and fired up the 70 to settle me down and relax...sniped up a few Q's and a D and felt a bit better...went on up to McIntosh to a big Chemical Company that was the primary purpose for this drive..got there at 9am, got the job done by 11am, and headed back North on 43...All those little towns had parks that I stopped at and briskly sniped..I looked at the clock, it took me 3hrs to only go 100 miles, and I am a long way from anywhere! It would take a lifetime to ransack all these little towns properly! I decided to bust on over and get on the Interstate and head for Memphis, and so I did, pulling in there pretty late Wed Night...once again, I gassed up and fell in with some tosspot traveling painters drinking beer out in the parking lot, they were from Michigan! So I polished off what was left of the 12 pack with them and made arrangements to meet Jimtn for breakfast at 5:30am....
Jim was on time, which is a rare and admirable trait...I got to hear the backstory of his Life and involvement in this Sport, how he was the first guy with a coil over Virgin ground once upon a time, and how he works 'hunted out' areas now...all those really cool adventures behind the coil in the early years! I offered to saw the fins off his 11"dd, and he offered to kick me in the @ss?
I had miles to make, and he had targets to hunt, so we parted amicably at 7:30ish....I made Nashville in 3, gassed up, bought 5 more qts of oil, and keep those tiny wheels on Rosie spinning until I was North of Indy to my 'Field of Dreams'. I intended to stay the night and properly ransack for all the targets I left there in my 'World record Clad stab' day baack in December...then I got to thinking...I can make it home from here in 5hrs If I want to, the road is high and dry and weather perfect for a big mile day...so I came on home like a good little Mud and pulled in here at 9pm Thursday night after 2400 miles on the road in less than 60hrs...gassed up at the local Stop N' Rob and bought more beer and checked out the Forum...I got this stuff...hardly worth a mention in the scheme of things...but they are my most Southern found targets to date, so I figured I do them the honor...F70 performed flawlessly still set on my typical Michigan program..never GB'd even....If a fellow had nothing to do but detect, this sure is a big Planet!...I'm glad to be back in the Cold North...its too hot and sunny down there, makes your skin hurt even, people talk funny, and those damn mockingbirds keep a guy awake all night! We dont have crap like that to deal with up North!
Those Irish Travelers seem to have a pretty good gig going, traveling around working for cash and drinking out in parking lots...I nearly threw in with them, but they wouldnt have me on account of I'm a 'Gorger' they said..other than that, we got along pretty good.Mud
