April 2023

When all is said and done, our stock market contest will have lasted 29 weeks, or about 6.5 months. Currently, we have just finished week Eleven, which covered March 27th through March 31st.

When looking at property the other day, we came across a HUGE black snake. Someone said it was “just a harmless chicken snake”. Someone else pointed out the gentleman looking was wanting to put baby chickens on the land. “Nope not a chicken snake. Copperhead... Cobra... I think it’s a python.” ****** Mike got home from fishing after dark the other night. I was already in bed watching tv. I asked him if he caught anything. He said “I got one bite. That’s one more bite than I got last time I went.” I always try to picture myself in a situation and think through so I can appreciate the circumstances and understand the outcome, no matter the scenario. After much thought, I feel I may need to give him a few tips on his hobby. You see, when I do my shoe shopping, I catch one pretty much everytime. Sometimes several. Don’t worry man, I’m here for you... ****** Around 1am I woke up craving an Oreo. An Oreo from the unopened package in the kitchen. Have you ever tried to open a package of cookies quietly at 1am? I aborted mission and went back to bed. I’ll transfer to ziplock this afternoon… ****** FedEx pulled up. Mike looked at me and said “ It’s probably shoes.” I told him I hadn’t ordered any shoes. He said “You’ve ordered so many, they probably just drop them off from time to time.” I realize he was joking but what a wonderful world that would be! ****** I showed some clients a property outside of town a while back. Their criteria was being within 20 minutes of city limits. It took 18 minutes to get there. When we got done looking he said “I was really hoping to be closer in.” I made it back to town in 12 minutes. No officer, I’m not speeding, I’m marketing. ****** Mike has been getting up every morning at 5am to go outside and “listen”. He hasn’t said but I’m assuming it’s to listen for turkey, because if it was to listen to someone gripe about being woke up at 5am, he could hear me much better if he stayed inside

The flowering of the dogwood set my mind to thinking about fishing. It doesn’t take much to trigger piscatorial thoughts. As people used to say, “I came by it honest.” My dad liked to fish but not with my dedication. His father caught one fish in his life when a bass jumped into his wagon crossing the Haley Ford of Fourche River. Great-Grandfather Henry Seawel, 16 Tn. Inf. CSA, who brought our clan to Randolph County from Warren County, Tennessee, tried to fish Fourche every day.