sharing a story from my past
not tring to be a uncle will wannab but i thought yall mite smile a bit at this 1.....i was around 11 or 12 and loved to go rabbit huntin w/pawpaw on my mama's side.well we's doing purty good 1 saturday morn.when we come up on a hawk's nest n the top of a tree that fell.3 baby hawks still alive oddly enuf were kinda just hoppin around it.well being a kid i was tring to get them n my rabbit pouch and get them home and paw was tellin me the parents were probably still around and to leave'm.but no way.any how got them to the house and my dad said to put'm in 1 of the old chicken coops(yrs. later he told me he figured they'd die thats why he let me keep'm).well we fed them table scraps and mice that me and my brother could catch and they got to growing and 2 of them later started to fly around n the coop and into the wire on the sides.so its time to set my birds free.just open the door and they found the way out.2 of them.the 1 jus kept hoppin around from stoop to stoop and got kinda fat and BIG.well my dad and his paw my other grand pa fought chickens and had them on tie outs.so 1 day i come walkin in the yard from school and thar set that hawk picking the feathers off 1 of my grand pa's best cocks.when the blood got back to my head all i could do was run tell mama.she had already called my dad at the mill so he come sliding n the drive way.holy crap.my ol mans a pastor now but you'd never know it from what i herd that day.he run got a 2x4 outta the shed cause when he tried to kick the durn bird it kinda laid back and thru its talons up.and tore in to his shoes and got stuck to his shoe(now that was funny).he hit that bird with the 2 by and skidded it across the yard under a ol military generator he had.so now he is on his knees pokin at the hawk to get it out for a clear shot with the board and yells for me to get the 22 rifle we kept at the back door for just such things as this(yeah rite).i get the 22 to him a i'm tellin you i seen feathers fly off that bird twice and the sum bit-h flew off.man that really pissed dad off.when things get back to normal my lil brother(6 yrs younger) come from sleeping in the house wanting to know where all them red feathers come from?the ol man told him;thats your brother's supper.we laffed till my grand pa come home and let me tell ya.this man 6'5'bout 240 solid white flat top haircut terrified me.he could do more damage by not talking than with a belt.he just kinda eased up to my dad and real low but me and mama herd him said Don u owe me for this bird.at this point me and mama still wiping tears from laffing so hard was on the end of 1 of his icey stares.he kinda winked at us and walked to the barn to the likker jug,but thats another story.u just had to be thar.
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quote:aint nuthin n the middle a da road but a dead possom and a yellow stripe:Tom Langley,12-7-76.
Last edited by welder; 04-12-2013 at 02:18 PM.