Hazzard Knytes

  Six months ago, I was sitting in the loft examining life through the eyes reading a book. While my conscience mind, absorbed the book, my sub conscience caught wind. I dreamed of being back in the air not just on it. So to renew my flight certificate(GA-LICENSE) I contacted the best school in the area in Cedar City Utah. Southern Utah University. So with that, my head started climbing back into the clouds. Now before you think, oh shit there goes the Knytes, Think again. The basic foundation of our radio op, was and is, to combine Hazzard County Radio, and what had been until collapse due to too rapid growth, AyreWolf Radio, aka AyreWolfFM.com . Hence, Hazzard-Ayre(Air) Radio. Since that day in 1966, when I took a T-39 for a joy flight, I have been hooked on flying. The first stage was finding that LexiBelle' was hurt, in a cracked block, of which I can only blame myself for. I spent way too much time, fiddling with puss, that were just teasers, for the most part. Thus never went

  I am getting stronger and yes there will be a show on overnight on ayrewolffm.com . But I see many writers, bloggers, and so on, writing a tease piece, just to get YOU to contribute to their retirement. Example; there's a gal by the name of Peggy, who does a self-help blog but is more aimed to get YOU to buy her book or subscribe to her wares, Counseling, etc. As for me, maybe it's that I have a consistent constant and for the most part stable income. My military pension, and what HCC and of course HazzardAyre Aviation, the lower 48 states subsidiary of AyreWolf Aviation of Alaska. So my financial sitch is great, so I will not allow myself or my obscure celebrity status to be sold, or be offered to be sold. I'm not barking about what social media digs up about me, or uses for their income generation. Outside of a VPN, you can't help it. But I will not go on-air, online, or write anything, then beg like a mongrel, for scraps, or money. Everything I do is free, I like s

  Before I get started on my rant here, I need to ask some of ya'll, Have you ever went in a place and saw a college-aged gal, who is so flat chested, that you wanted to ask, Do you have any tits? Now don't laugh. I had the same sitch at a bikini bar in Pocatello, there was some gal that worked there, was so thin, and flat, bellied that I as she was serving body shots, I had to pad her tummy and ask do you have a belly? Same here. Gal that just started at the Maverick down Blue Lakes here in Twin Falls, that barked at me for reaching behind the counter to snag my flave of Skoal, that never happens. They don't know so I always need to snag it myself. Nobody there has ever questioned me about it. Guess her being new, she don't want to lose that $12.00 an hour job. Which was why I lingered there, but I had to ask in my mind, honey? Do you have tits?  Okay then.  Is it just me or does it seem that all too many people especially those that are feeding Artificial Intelligence

  But don't look for it on a search it won't be there. These days nothing is what it used to be,  if it's something a tech company wants to exploit for commerce or financial superiority, it will. Few hours now, looking for some terms on elections in Idaho, I found that no matter where or what search engine I used, all I got was dribble. Unless it has an ad behind it or could generate ads, it will not be found. Oh yes, you will find frauds, near frauds, or porn, but try to find something seriously intellectual, forget it. Now granted, this Covid thing, might have boosted the deterioration, of the Web, and tech in our nation, our youth can build games, connect wires, but can they write computer code? Could they diagnose a really serious tech sys ill? I think not. Over the last few days, on many of the interviews for an assistant engineer, here on HazzardAyre, the ability to resolve problems by these young applicant candidates, without using a search or Googling it, like they

  Every time it seems or better yet written, seams that take a view of my Twitter skin deliveries, I see such luscious vulumptuas sweet ladies parading around in their stocking feet and legs. Several questions enter my mind. First, is such portrayals, are they doing porn? Not in my sight, since there is no penetration, squirting scum all over the place, nor such its just legs. Thirsting after luscious toes in nylon hose in my mind is right on. Like BABS said it, ever heard of anyone getting, an STD, or someone pregnant over a toe lick or two? But ya'll gotta wonder too, couldn't that same talent, be better off or making more in mainstream films, or TV. Even as a commentator. For example, there's a new one out of BABS's stable that I find quite refreshing. Her name is Haylee,   as cute as can be, yet watching her on a few episodes, of Feet On the Dash, bits, Haylee delivers in a refreshing way, that I think, my what would it be like to have her doing entertainment, real

  After what now seems to me as a Century, I now am the proud owner, of my infamous, Canon GL2 pro-corder. Came in the mail today, and it now looks like not only doing radio but doing IPTV is now very much possible. The last time I had one of these was in my tenure at Vision12 In Pocatello, Idaho. At the time, although I used some of the junk they had there, this little GL-2 was my favorite. I usually had it most of the time and took hundreds of thousands of videos, and interviews with it, not to mention, but I will some rather albeit off-color, but radical rebel, stories. It's just one of those things that I always said I was going to get, just never got the chance to. Back then it was money, for food and survival, but thanks to Biden, and his generosity I have one now for Club use.  Okay, and I have to say this now as I close, since can't do much else, since Idaho Power is still farting around with the outside connections, and thus not much running in the studio and me freezi

  With this crab I thee should be in bed. Last night, after not intaking of victuals I went to the crapper only to crap out not manure, but my blood. Apparently, the maple bars, a quart of two milks was a bit too much for my insides. So up until 07:00 all I did was remain at home, asleep in my van seats in my front room, and just slept. Even so, my insides are slowly recuperating, but it ain't over yet. But at least I'm retaining most of what I shovel down my food tube. As such not much in doing radio tonight but will be up on it at 08:00. So paid a bunch of outstanding bills ordered me some groovy stuff including but not limited to, a Canon GL-2 pro-corder. Been wanting one of those since I left Vision12 In Pocatello. The GL-2 is probably one of the most user friendly of any Camcorder. It has ears that snag every sound, aperture remains wide even in very low light such as in a bar. Trust me, I covered a rave fest for my TV show there in Blackfoot. Didn't even need outside

  I would be the first person, here at HQ of both the WolfPack and Hazzard Knytes, if just once we could hire a honey for the money that would stay put, and work. Not fiddle with smartphones texting everything ten hundred tymez, but worked. When I'm writing these grand epistles as my Cousin Bud used to call them, I include photos and artwork. 89% of the time it takes me at least an hour sometimes more to make that art than it takes to post them. Just once I'd render it a Heavenly gift, if we hired a sweety, to do the graphics, we use, so my time would be free-er to generate money for our establishment, likewise, producing radio and TV audio. Nope I have to do it all. Now then yes we tried a few around here, we thought was both the eye candy we needed as well as a voice that would cut through the clatter, and get us ratings. Guess what? Nope not here. In fact, to be fair, in Etown Wyoming we didn't have much better results, but we did get more than a nibble, on the hook, rat