I reckon I should probably be fired. I have not posted a blog since April 10, nearly a month ago. It was right after Kellie and I...

I have a whole bunch of cool pictures to post taken during the hiking excursion that Kellie and I took today, but first, I must tell you...

Anyway, if you've been keeping up with me on Facebook, you know that I have shared the pictures that Kellie posted on her feed and tagged...

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Howdy, y’all! Dewey Lynne Bugler here, the teller of the true tale about Uncle Boog and the dogfight. How ya doing? I hope things are...

Today, Luna and I returned to our daily walking. The picture accompanying this blog shows what about half of the 2/3 mile path around the...

Anyway, Dewey Lynne is having a rest. I do not even have a bit of a note scratched for the next Dewey Lynne Bugler story. I am not sure...

So, I was in the Piggly Wiggly the other day buying a tin of coffee and a carton of cigarettes for Flo, and I felt a weird vibe like I...

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...