White milk came from white cows and black cows gave chocolate milk? I was just laughing about some of the things we would tell the kids when they were little (they were so much much more "fun" when they were little). I remember many years ago my oldest boy was about 6 and the youngest was maybe 4 1/2 and I had to have a disc removed from my back in Sept. Well Nov. came and I was doing the walking the Doc. said to do but had the age old urge to kill something for the table. I live in the woods on our 71 + acres and lots of farmland and woods around me, so no problem shooting deer. Problem was I couldn't get too far out as I might not get back, was still pretty feeble on my feet as the doc said I would be because there was so much nerve damage from a piece broken off inside that was literally severing the nerves. I was recovering but slowly before returning to work later on. I took the old trusty Remington 1100 and eased up the trail in front of the house that comes out on my largest field. Lo and behold several Bambi's scooted across toward me. I waited and shot a spike as he was young and not too heavy to handle (rest were does). I unloaded the gun and leaned it against a tree for one of the kids to pick up when I shuffled back. I took my belt off and put it around his neck to drag him a few steps at a time. I would have to stop and lean against a tree I was so weak. Few more steps...repeat. I was leaning one time and felt this jerk on the belt sort of like when fishing and laid back about snoozing and getting a bite and a catfish goes to tugging on the line. Bought that time I realized this little you know what was not completely dead! He was coming too quite rapidly, my gun was about 50 yards away and unavailable. My belt was around his neck and pulled tight so I unsheathed my old hunting/gutting/skinning knife and knealt on him and jabbed him in the heart a couple of times to finish him off, I was really give out then. I rested a bit and finally got him up to the house. I hoisted him up by the front window where the kids were staring out at me and the deer. The oldest boy was asking me what happened as it was sort of a bloody scene by then all over me and the critter. I said , " tsk tsk tsk, there ain't gonna be no Santey Clause this year". He was like, "What?" I said I just shot Rudolph! Man, they both went to crying and Lordy, she went to yelling and I could hardly move fast enough to get out of dodge down to the barn for awhile. Now they knew that wasn't Rudolph as it did not have much in the way of horns. I think they were just itching to get me in trouble of course. Finally blew over later and we had a good laugh, I reminded one of them about that this past Christmas when his passel came over for dinner.
Fess up what ever "big" stories you would tell the youngins that "had just enough twist" to maybe be true in their minds, but then they realized you were just funnin' them after all.
Fess up what ever "big" stories you would tell the youngins that "had just enough twist" to maybe be true in their minds, but then they realized you were just funnin' them after all.