Post by olhillbilly on Oct 29, 2005 2:25:19 GMT -6
The Smell of the Hunt
Since bein I had failed at squirrel huntin the evening before,
I decided I would try my luck in the early mornin. So I goes
out b'fore the crack of dawn to git a good seat. I wunders
around till I find where I had tried the evenin b'fore. T'was
bound to be a good place, There was several nests scattered
around. So's me an faithful companion (Sadsack) sits down under a
tree to wait.
Lemme go back to the night b'fore, abit. I had fixxed me a nice
squirrel (from the day b'fore) and some fried taters, and some
tater salad. (reckon you could call me a meat an tater kinda guy)
So anyhow, whilst sittin under that tree, supper began to take effect.
I gets the urge to pass alil wind. Sadsack, takes one whiff an gets
up on my lap an goes to rollin around. Much like he would on
sumthin that had died. I shoos him off an tells him not to be
laughin outloud.
Well way after daybreak, and well after I had fumigated the whole area,
I decides to walk around (needing the fresh air myself) I noticed
Sadsack was stayin upwind from me most of the time.
Durin the great hunting expedition I only seen one what resembled a
squirrel. Musta been bout twelve hunderd yards away and all I seen
was a fuzzy tail. So's me an Sadsack heads back home empty handed. (again)
Methinks I awta keep fishin fer awhile. Least catfish likes things
that stink.
Since bein I had failed at squirrel huntin the evening before,
I decided I would try my luck in the early mornin. So I goes
out b'fore the crack of dawn to git a good seat. I wunders
around till I find where I had tried the evenin b'fore. T'was
bound to be a good place, There was several nests scattered
around. So's me an faithful companion (Sadsack) sits down under a
tree to wait.
Lemme go back to the night b'fore, abit. I had fixxed me a nice
squirrel (from the day b'fore) and some fried taters, and some
tater salad. (reckon you could call me a meat an tater kinda guy)
So anyhow, whilst sittin under that tree, supper began to take effect.
I gets the urge to pass alil wind. Sadsack, takes one whiff an gets
up on my lap an goes to rollin around. Much like he would on
sumthin that had died. I shoos him off an tells him not to be
laughin outloud.
Well way after daybreak, and well after I had fumigated the whole area,
I decides to walk around (needing the fresh air myself) I noticed
Sadsack was stayin upwind from me most of the time.
Durin the great hunting expedition I only seen one what resembled a
squirrel. Musta been bout twelve hunderd yards away and all I seen
was a fuzzy tail. So's me an Sadsack heads back home empty handed. (again)
Methinks I awta keep fishin fer awhile. Least catfish likes things
that stink.
