Ticket Giveaway Ultimate Outdoor Expo
We are giving away two tickets to The Ultimate Outdoor Expo in Lexington, KY August 22, 23 24.
See the link at the very top of this page for info. on the Expo. It is at the Kentucky Horse Park.
Here is how you enter:
Make a reply to this post on why you think you should win. It can be anything. Nothing too serious.
Angela that works with me and is not familiar with the members on here will pick a winner in one week. Tuesday August 5th 3:00 pm is the deadline to make your post.
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Some Tickets To The Big Show
[SIZE=4]W[/SIZE]elll...where to start? There are so many places but I'll just jump in and start sharing. By the way, this is a very nice thing that is being done here on Fishin.com. I never win anything in spite of my persistence and good nature so rather than continue with great expectations, I will submit.
[SIZE=4]I [/SIZE]was born a middle child of 8 way back in one of the deepest, darkest hollers of eastern Kentucky. I grew up hearing the stories of my oldest brother, which I never got to meet, being devoured by a bear what reached through the crack in the slab house we were raised in and snatched Li'L Davy right off'n the dirt floor. Of course, this was way before my birth but I can almost see the incident in my mind as the tales have been so vividly shared down through the years. Some would say I was somewhat lucky to get Li'L Davy's spot on the floor when I came along but I'm not real sure it should be called luck. I am currently blind in my right eye and the doctors suggest that it was caused from sleeping with my right eye open most of my childhood for fear I might become bear gumbo. A guy has to do what he has to do, especially in those dark hills back then.
[SIZE=4]I [/SIZE]grew a bit and was allowed to come along on some hunting trips in them hollers. Daddy would set me on a stump right next to a big pile of hot, steamy, stinky hawg guts and depended on me to "[I]look out fer tha bare...or whuteva might come along twards you[/I]". I felt so special back then. And I was the best looker-outer Daddy ever had...he told that a bunch of times. As I was later to become known as the black sheep of the family for reasons unbeknownst to me, these were very special times indeed back then. But this was my earliest recollection of my passion for the outdoorsy life that I enjoy today and one reason why I decided to submit to this offering of a pair of tickets up to the big settlement called Ruppville.
[SIZE=4] A[/SIZE]s for a'fishin...I'm big on that now. I found out that as life is a whole lot like a roll of toilet paper...the closer ya get to the end, the faster it goes. Same principle applies when one of them Cumberland stripers grab yer minner what was dunked down there to catch a spec. As your fishin line gets down towards the bottom of the reel, it goes really fast. So being that life is moving along at quite the clip about right now, I decided rather than traipsin up and down the hills and hollers a'huntin, it was much easier to set on a padded seat and swivel my way to meat for the icebox. I figure this is slowin life down a bit. Sometimes it works out and sometimes it don't but I don't get skunked a whole lot. However I would greatly benefit and be ever so thankful for the opportunity to get up to the big settlement once and sit in on some of them educated professionals explainin how I can do better. I hear sometimes they actually hold classes at such events to learn some of us lesser folks how to feed ourselves better. You know that thing they say..."[I]Give a man a fish...[/I]".
[SIZE=4]N[/SIZE]ow, so's I won't be accused of ramblin, I'll just end up with this. Should it become a difficult decision for Miss Angela (which is my dear late Momma's moniker...I miss her so...such a tender-hearted woman), to choose between opposing entries in this here contest and it gets to be a conundrum, I want someone in charge to know this:
[U]RATHER THAN SPLIT THE TICKETS IN HALF...PLEASE JUST GIVE EM TO THE OTHER GUY[/U].
That's just the kind o goober I am. I felt I should let the judges know that I am a liker of a'huntin and a'fishn and I am a pretty good sport ta boot.
Signed, Yours Truly,
Mr. Solomon K. Marshall
Bear Waller, Kentucky