❤️ the painting on the cover!
If Dudley was still able to ride a motorcycle he would buy one of these!
To go with his Indian Scout!
And his Harley Street Bob!
Check out the Deer Racks hanging on the wall above the Bar!
The fence was built in 1958 and through the decades, the mortor joints have weakened from water penetration and the blocks have been damaged from trees falling on the top of the fence. A Stone Mason came out and wrote a three part estimate. The guy that came out knows what he is doing having done brick work himself for many years. He is a neighbor and lives on the next street over from the Dudley Domicile. They are going to do 2/3 of the work as soon as they can get it scheduled. Dudley is going to have the rest of the work done this Summer. Will be nice to get the fence back in shape with all the missing and cracked blocks repaired or replaced.
Was painted on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel by Michelangelo over 500 years ago. It truly is The Silver King!
So good it has it's own Postage Stamp!
Apte Tarpon Fly tied by Stu Apte!
If Dudley lives long enough, he is going to get a Cigar Store Wooden Indian for his Man Cave!
Looks like they whacked em and stacked em this morning!
All of the hunters and two of the guides from this mornings hunt. The Outfitter said they set a new record for the total number of ducks taken by one group of hunters at one time in one location. Every man got his limit!
He said they had a great hunt this morning up on a private lake near Burkburnett, TX just south of the Red River. Frank and Jeff and four of their buddies that live in Houston were in one group that hunted with another group of four hunters and two guides. Frank said they all got a limit of ducks. Sounds like a great hunt. Waiting on a trophy pic of Frank and all of the ducks and hunters from the lodge.
north of Wichita Falls. They are going Duck hunting in the morning somewhere in the area. The Outfitter they are using has a bunch of places leased. They scout and put their hunters on a hole that they know the ducks will be showing up at. Hopefully they will all get a limit of ducks and may be a Goose or two killed. The last photo was of a group of 6 hunters from this morning. Looks like they killed several Mallard Drakes! Frank said they ate Steaks for dinner. Four of Frank's Buddies drove up from Houston. They are looking forward to listening to their Guide call the ducks in range and blasting the ducks out of the sky with their shotguns. Watching the ducks fall in the water with a splash and then watching the dog work to retrieve the ducks maskes for a great hunt. Dudley is looking forward to getting a report tomorrow afternoon and seeing some pictures!
By Russell Tinsley. Dudley already has a copy of this long out of print booklet. They don't come up for sale very often. Got a chance to get this one for a low price and plan on giving it to Jeff to add to his growing Deer Hunting Library!
Dudley had bought a like new copy of this long out of print book but was dissapointed to find that the 4 fold out route maps were missing. Dudley has found a copy still in shrink wrap that reportedly was never opened and has the original maps with it. Looking forward to receiving it. Am going to see if the local library would like my other copy of this book. Dudley is a member of a closed group on fb that shares photos and info on the old electric streetcars and electric railways in the State. The author of this book is a member and he is an authority on the subject. He and Dudley comment back and forth on a regular basis about the subject. Dudley has learned a lot, Johnnie is a smart man and has spent years on research.
That is near Dudleys Uncles old Ranch on the Brazos River where Dudley used to spend a lot of time hunting and fishing. So many great memories!
by a young Shane Davies. He is one of the best fishing guides in the State of Texas. Frank and Lizzie went on a Guided Kayak Fishing Trip on the Brazos years ago with Shane. Lizzie caught a big Stilriper but not quite as big as that one!
Not Lizzie's biggest fish to date but pretty nice!
Dudley would like all three of those cars. Looks like a Shelby Race Car a Shelby Mustang GT500 KR and an AC Cobra!
Dudley was born in Wichita Falls, TX which had two mainline railroads, the Fort Worth & Denver and the Missouri Kansas Texas both came through town. May have been a shortline or two. Dudley moved to Fort Worth in the late 60's and Fort Worth had the previously mentioned mainline railroads plus the Southern Pacific, Cotton Belt, AT&SF, Rock Island, Frisco, Union Pacific and Missouri Pacific. May have been one or two others. The Railroads played such a big part in making this Country what it is today. Dudley is a member of a several closed groups on Facebook that are railroad related. Some of the members are rail fans like Dudley, some are current railroad workers and a few are old retired railroad workers. They are the ones that provide the most interesting history of the way railroads used to be. Following is a story that is really interesting and tells the story of a time gone by ...
I worked as a telegrapher for the M-K-T one day at Dallas and two days and two midnights at Ney Yard Fort Worth. Given that I didn't have a car at the time, I made the effort to become good friends with and familiar to the crews of ATSF 11 and 12 as well as already having established friendships with the crews of FW&D 1 and 2.
The point of relevance here is that on Thursday and Friday nights, when I worked third trick at Fort Worth, I'd ride the engs of No. 11 from Dallas to Fort Worth and about the time we were passing BOP on the T&P at Arlington, the engr would ask the ATSF yardmaster at Fort Worth if he had any transfer moves going to Ney Yard and he usually responded in the affirmative, telling us about 1015PM.
Well, that worked out just slick for me because No. 11 would usually wallow into the ATSF depot at 930PM to 940PM and it was a simple matter for me to unload there, walk to the yard office and ask the yardmaster where the Ney Transfer job was working and most commonly, he'd tell me to wait at the yard office and have the job come by there to pick me up and go to Ney Yard.
And with that arrangement, I'd arrive at Ney Yard about 1045PM, just in time to take a turn-over from the yardmaster and telegrapher/crew caller. On third trick there was only one yard eng working (and no yardmaster as well as no yard clerk) and they usually spent most of their time over at Bunge and other grain elevators, adjoining the site of John Peter Smith Hospital.
During the next eight hours, I'd deal with No's 3 and 4 and maybe an odd extra job from Ray to Ney. Keep in mind that the trackage between Tower 55 and Whitesboro was T&P main track and northward M-K-T trains would get their orders at Tower 55.
Come 6AM, the daylight yardmaster would show up along with the daylight telegrapher/crew caller and yard clerk and I'd give turnovers to them and blast outta there in time to catch the 615AM Allen Avenue city bus that conveniently dropped me off on some street I can no longer remember but within close walking distance of the east end of the T&P depot.
About 650AM, FW&D No. 2 (or maybe it was No. 1; I can't remember that far back anymore) and watch as it rounded the curve onto T&P eastward main track and then shove back in to the T&P depot. Typically, the engr was Artey Spivey every other day and the other engr's name for the other day is also forgotten but if he wasn't friendly, I knew the condr would let me deadhead with him.
Regardless, Mr. Spivey would let me ride with him on the head end with the ancient E-5's. After about four weeks of this, Mr. Spivey asked me if I'd like to run with him giving instructions and I said "of course". Riding the Zephyr back to Dallas would put me into DUT about 810AM, in time to walk three blocks up to Main Street and catch the Belmont bus which would take me home.
So, my deadhead to Fort Worth and ride with the yard crew to Ney Yard was technically on Hours of Service time but no one was paying any attention to that formality. And when I worked daylights, on Saturday and Sunday, my father would let me drive his car to Ney Yard and back home. I did all of that for four months and, in Feb., 1966, my friendly draft board found me and so I spent the next three years in the Army doing all sorts of spiffy, fun-filled things. At least I had a decent introduction to what my railroad career was gonna be like.
Now that is dedication!
Going to give these to Frank for his birthday. Going to suggest he cut the hook off of one to use to practice his fly casting.
to add to his collection.