RogerDuke

LOL......I'll drink to that. *holds up cup of tea for a toast*

Bo 5 Luke 28 Jesse 67

*Jesse just smiles as the boat accelerates. They travel northward for a half hour until they arrive in the middle of the swamp to a small strip of land. Jesse can tell by looking at Bo's disgruntled face that his nephew has recognized their location. Jesse has brought the two of them to the landing near Swamp Molly and Cousin Alice.* "All right Bo, let's get out and secure the boat. I have a little business to take care of here." *Jesse shuts the motor off*

Hey Hoss, don't worry about jumping in front of MM. She won't mind. If she throws you in jail I'll bail you out. Don't wait for her answer, toss another one of those great questions of yours out there.

I don't know the answer to your question buzzsaw but I just wanted to take a second to welcome you to the HazzardNet. Roger

Hoss, I'm sure glad you don't hold grudges for things that happened hundreds of years ago. I was going to mention how sorry I was that my ancestors said all those bad things about yours before they hopped in the boat to come to America but you seem to have forgiven them so I'll hold off with the apology. I don't have any hard feelings for all those rocks your ancestors were throwing at mine when they were sailing away so you don't have to say you're sorry either. It's a good thing we have the Dukes of Hazzard in common. In Hazzard County, they celebrate St. Patrick's Day and the Fourth of July....so it looks like this story has a happy ending.

Hey, it looks like our two bright Texas stars are shining over the HazzardNet again.....Yeeehhawwww!!! Good to have ya back. We missed you both.

Bo 6 Luke 28 Jesse 66

*Bo was right. The gator did make Jesse a little nervous even though he would never admit it. He was pleased that Bo had spoken in an upbeat voice and soon realized Bo's attitude could be all the difference in the world in determining if this trip would succeed or not. Jesse pretended to not be nervous when he responded.* "Listen here young man, I was wrastlin' gators....and winning....long before you or yer momma and daddy was even born. If yer nervous though, don't hold back yer feelings. I'm here to keep ya safe just like I've done nearly yer whole life." *All the while he was talking tough, Jesse realized there was a better chance of Bo protecting him than vise-versa but the role of "protector" was not one Jesse would give up easily. Jesse sat on the seat of the back of the boat and brought the pull-start motor to life.*

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*The Duke men arrive at Zak's Landing on the south end of the swamp. Without saying anything to Bo, Jesse gets out of the truck and starts emptying one of the gas cans into the motor of the beat-up flat-bottom boat. After that, he walks over to the truck and grabs two back packs, and gets ready to throw them into the boat when something catches his eye. To his left, 40 foot away, a pair of gator eyes pops up, revealing themselves because of the ripple they made when they broke the water's surface.* "Well Bo, it looks like this adventure's going to be anything but boring. If what I'm lookin' at is a preview of what's to come, we'd better keep our eyes open wider than his." *Jesse continues to stand still and look at the gator to show Bo where it's at.*

swamp

It doesn't matter where anyone's from, as long as they loves the Dukes.... because there IS something wrong with NOT being a Dukes fan.

Sweet! Thanks for sharing that Hoss. Did you invite Gary to join the HazzardNet? I see he has the two flags on the trunk in front of the CB antenna just like on "One Armed Bandits".

Bo 8 Luke 27 Jesse 65

*Jesse starts the pick-up, puts it in gear and heads down the road, leaving dust, and the farm, behind them.* "Judging by the tone of yer voice young man, I suspect yer not real excited about this here trip. Now, I done told ya that it's not neccessary that ya come along. If ya really don't want to come, now's yer chance to change yer mind. Seriousely, there'd be no hard feelings if ya want me to turn around. I know this might sound odd but I'm excited about going....well, in a way, in a way I'm a might nervous too. Still, I now have a chance to answer questions that have haunted me fer 50 years. This monster still exists. That's a little surprising, since he hasn't been spotted in so long but as long as he's still alive...and I am too....I plan on looking fer answers. I might be out there awhile. Maybe even a few days. If yer not comfortable with that, now's the time to say it, not when we're in the middle of the swamp."

Bo 9 Luke 27 Jesse 64

I agree with B.L. but not Lizzy LOL

*Jesse's old bones creak as he gets up off the woodpile. He walks to the truck and stops beside it, leaning against the side panel of the truck bed. Then he looks at Bo.* "Now, what makes you think I don't have a plan? I've been thinking this whole thing through ever since I talked to Andrew Harkness. I just hadn't talked to ya about it 'cause I didn't figure ya was comin' along." *Jesse opens the truck door and puts his first foot in while still standing and looking at Bo* "I'll fill ya in on my plan on the way there. Unless, of course this adventure would be a might more excitin' to ya if'n ya don't know." *Jesse gets in drivers seat and closes door* "Well, ya gitting in 'er not?"

Bo 12 Luke 27 Jesse 61

*After breakfast, Jesse was putting the finishing touches on loading the truck. A day earlier, he had made arrangements with an old ridge runner friend to use his boat and Jesse had checked it out in advance to make sure it was ready to go. Bo finished the chores and walked inside while Jesse put two gas cans in the back of the truck and checked his list to make sure that was the last thing to load. With Bo still inside, Jesse sat on the firewood pile and loked over the farm. He was confident that he would see it again but did have an element of doubt. After all, he had seen the monster at one point in his life and it had made a huge impression on him. Just on it's size alone, it looked like it was perfectly able to kill a human with ease. He thought of Andrew's grandfather. Rodney crowed "****-a-doodle-do" almost as if he was signaling the start of the hunt.*