Hardpan Curmudgeon SASS #8967

Nope... that be Marlin Perkins. That was what "Reality Television" USED to be like.

My favorite episode - from 1971, To Rope a Grizzly Sunday, February 1971, those of us in the Kappa Phi Delta house who didn't have Valentine's Day dates (most of us!) were perched on the edges of our seats, beers clutched in hand but forgotten, watching in astonishment...

Dangit... I'm afraid to even wonder what the Department of Fish and Game are gonna charge for tags~!!

Yup... love it! A "rite of passage" here in the Central Valley, which we continue to celebrate every September 01. SO many memories... and stories! Always fun going into town for breakfast after that opening day morning shoot and seeing the restaurants full of happy folk in camouflage.

Sassparilla Kid, after his first dove hunt... many years ago. Twenty years later...

Been there~!!

Friday Night... just outside the Mad Duck Craft Brewery and Restaurant in Fresno.

That could be my Miata.... and it be LITTLE!

The Stairs at Balamand University, Lebanon This book staircase in Balamand University is known as the StairCase of knowledge. The staircase exhibits 21 book covers in chronological order. This incredible staircase was solely designed by the students for a project, and it is located next to the university library.

Summertime in Fresno.

Second year of college I was taking a camping class in the Recreation Department - a requirement for Rec majors and minors (the latter being yours truly). One of the class assignments was a group backpacking trip into Point Reyes. Easy for those of outdoors types; a mite challenging for the city slickers. So the group eventually rendezvoused at the camping area. There were basically three types of participants: those of us who were prepared based on experience; those who prepared by reading the class syllabus; and two singularly unique "gentlemen" who were the last to arrive due to their footwear and burden. The last two, who were um... of "African American" descent... showed up looking like extras from the Super Fly movie of the era. Double-knit bell bottom slacks; shirts with huuuge, pointed lapels, white belts, wide brimmed fedoras, alligator platform shoes... And the only "provisions" they brought along was literally a well-stocked portable bar. I'm here to tell ya, folks, those gentlemen wanted for nothing that weekend! Food... warm clothes... bedding... all readily available for barter.

Saw it just last weekend at the Fresno Garlic Festival.... (And a fairly poor garlic fest it was, too)

Now… shouldn’t that be 78-45-33 1/3?

Found my Arisaka Type 99 on a rooftop 52 years ago... all rusty, frozen up and covered in crud. It cleaned up right nicely!

LOL... @Tall Tale Todd, were you there too~??

We live near in a rural area near Madera, a small town about 25 miles north of Fresno. When my son was about eleven or so, he asked "Dad! If Weird Al ever comes to Fresno, can we go see him? Pleeease??" Feeling extremely confident that W. A. would never come to a place like Fresno, I said "Why, sure, son! You betcha!" Dangit if a few weeks later I heard an announcement that Al was going to perform at the Madera County Fair - about five miles from our house, and on my birthday no less...!! I scored the last two front-row seats for the Kid and his buddy Cody, and two seats immediately behind them for myself and Cody's dad. And Al put on a surprisingly good show!