Wednesday, May 23, 2007
As related by Housekeeper during a discussion on why she dislikes her sister-in-law.
[ . . ] Oh, I’ve been Coon huntin’. I didn’t like it. Trompin’ through the woods in the dark, waiting for a dog to tell you it smells something isn’t much fun, to me.
Did you get some?
Two. We got two. Well, the ol’ man with us got one. Well, we shot it . . Well, Bill, my husband thought the coon was going to drown our dogs so he jumped in a small puddle of water and threw it out (the coon) and it landed near the old man.
The dogs got after it and the coon climbed up the ol’ mans leg and sat on his head. The ol’ man tried to shoot it off, but couldn’t.
Finally, got it off his head and we shot it.
Like I told you; that was the night our cat went with us. . .
The Martini Friday night. See Kat’s blog.
From the reaches,