Deep in the recesses of my aging mind, I have the lyrics for hundreds of old country songs bouncing around. Occasionally, one of them worms its way to my consciousness. Today that song is a 1980s tune by Earl Thomas Conley: “Every once in a blue moon, I do something right.” Early in the morningContinue reading “Blue moon and big bluegill join forces this month”
I've known an Outdoors Dan, Outdoor Steve and others, but the name Outdoor John stinks.
Don't Call Me Outdoor John 