If you read my last post, you know that Uncle Boog and the Dogfight ended up being too short to publish as a novel but too long to...

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So, the two of us are standing on the big flat rock a looking out over the dark pool of water that’s glowing like a lamp on the top...

I had got Uncle Boog’s wager in exactly when I was supposed to, and it was the last bet allowed to be made, so there was nothing left to...

Let’s see, where were we now… Uncle Boog had been let into the pallet ring by Jimbo Tuttle who closed the one loose pallet like he might...

Uncle Boog and the Mexican Victor Sanchez had rolled out of Uncle Boog’s tackle like a couple of professional wrestlers on Saturday Night...

If you’ve ever been out on a summer night in deep woods country near a body of water and far, far away from houses, concrete, and paved...

So, I had that feeling of the foundations of my faith being shaken not unlike many, many young folks who, at some point in their maturing...

Where was I? Oh, yeah… Well, the crowd had started gathering thicker and thicker along the pallet wall of the ring, and the noise they...

Sorry about that last little bit at the end of the last part of the story, I wasn’t looking where I was going, and I stepped up on a...

“No, I ain’t seen him yet. Some of us have been too busy workin.” That is what I said as I shrugged Uncle Boog’s slimy, cold grip from...

First off, you are probably already aware, but my name is not Vern. Around the time of the misadventure that I’m sharing with you, a...

Picking up where I left yesterday morning... Ozzie Plimpton and Gopher Lewis had a lot to do with what happened to Uncle Boog and me on...

Like I said earlier, once you go through the gate, you cross Turkey Creek on a concrete bridge that’s really just a slab poured over four...

Pour Off Road begins as a narrow limestone gravel trail between two lived-in houses that sit almost on the highway, and three miles...

One summer evening when I had just turned seventeen, between my junior and senior year in high school, Uncle Boog pulled up in the yard...

Besides that, young people like me liked to be around Uncle Boog. He was always up to no good, and no good was only thing he was good at....

Charlotte Perkins married Uncle Boog when she was only sixteen years old, two maybe three years older than me. She was an Apostolic...

Uncle Boog called my Daddy, Donnie, because he was his brother, but you would have to study awful hard to figure out how those two sheep...

Let me explain something before we get started. My Uncle Aron’s full name is Aron Ray Bugler. Most people think the last name should...