Author Archives: Moonpie Mike

The Girl at Big Bear

Her liquid reflection put her silhouette in wobbly contrast with the sky holding down the mountains around the lake suspended 7,000 feet above California east of Los Angeles. It had not rained for weeks. August wildfires ate up acres, houses … Continue reading

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Dog Day Afternoon In The Backyard

This is not a MoonPie story. This is about a dog, which, if we’re all honest with each other, is even better than a MoonPie. Sam Campbell over at the Chattanooga Bakery would agree with me on this one. I … Continue reading

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Sunday At The Silver Dollar Pancake House

Brown mountains flecked with evergreens rise in the distance pushing away from the Pacific Ocean towards the east. This is Southern California where the Eagles sang about a hotel and Tom Petty wailed about free falling out into nothing and … Continue reading

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The Stump Island Drug Dealer

If you live on an island, you better have a boat. That’s not just my opinion. I’d say it is pretty much a fact. But not everyone subscribes to my way of thinking, as I found out recently on a … Continue reading

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The Philosophical Pig Farmer

“Nothing is wasted on a pig,” said Mr. Lemmons, a pig farmer by trade and a rural philosopher by calling. “If they were in our place, they’d return the favor.” He didn’t explain exactly what that meant, but I took … Continue reading

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Noodling Until The Cows Come Home

I went for the noodling, but what happened was much stranger. JP, the noodling expert met me at a big lake in Mississippi. He explained a few pointers about how a man shoves his arm or leg into a catfish’s … Continue reading

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Fishing With Carl

Carl sits in the front of his boat, eyes closed, taking deep breaths, sniffing the breeze coming from the southwest. He claims he can smell the fish swimming under the boat. His nose guides him across the river from congregations … Continue reading

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Why I Don’t Own a Mule Anymore

Every time I turn around, somebody I know is talking about an animal. It never stops. Southerners are obsessed with animals. I was in Tennessee yesterday and this woman was going on and on about her dog. She talked about … Continue reading

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Arguing With A Six Year-Old Boy Next To A Bait Shop

He stood about three feet tall and weighed no more than 30 pounds. An infection of freckles splatters his face and a gapped haircut rode his semi-red locks. He held a dead wiggler in one hand and a bag of … Continue reading

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On the Bourbon Trail With Steve and Paul Beam

Last week I was in Kentucky, just outside Louisville, heading towards Lebanon and the heart of Bourbon Country. If you’ve ever had a fine glass of whiskey, it probably came from the hills around here. The Bourbon Trail is a … Continue reading

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