re: A Tale of Two Six Points.. edited w/ part 2 on page 2

Just a teaser

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After reading the story this morning when sober, i saw several grammatical and writers errors. Ugh

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this the OB. We don't care about no gramma

part 2...


In this story, I will need to introduce you to Uncle Gerald. A monster of a man at 6'3" 275 lbs, and the biggest pair of hands I ever laid my puny paws in. He was my great uncle and a generation to the elder of James and Willard. Gerald made a trip out to the farm, 30 minutes from his house, every day just to ride around his field. He did this for 10 years after he relinquished his daily duties as a farmer over to the young men of the family, and didn't stop until he died in his sleep one cold night.

He would cross the Tensas River in his old '76 Bronco Sport when it got low, and hunt the dim road on the other side from the cab. The old vehicle didn't have a spot on it without rust or dent, because he didn't use the lights. His regimen was this: hunt the woods in the morning, sleep all evening, hunt the fields at night. And when he got too old for that, he just rigged a light on his feeder and a switch by his bed to turn it on. he would get up to pee, flip the switch on, kill whatever was under the light, flip switch off, go back to bed. They told me how they would leave a grain buggy of corn in the field after harvest, and when a rain was coming, they would stop the culverts in the field and pour corn in the low spots. Days later, filling the beds of their trucks with green heads. The game wardens never bothered them, because frankly, they were a bit afraid to go back there. And don't misconstrue, they didn't do this for the blood sport or bragging rights. Im sure you know, they did this to put meat in the freezer and food on the table. Lets talk about a more conniving 6 point.

It's early fall, the Tensas was up and running, and with it were Gerald, James and Willard running trot lines and jugs. This river Is known for holding some pretty heavy Opelousas catfish, as well as quite a few long alligators. But that trot lining story is for a different day. After a few hours, the men had landed several large fish and nice snapping turtle. (Yes, country people from nawfeast Louisiana eat turtle also). As they are wrestling a running jug, Willard looks up and sees a buck crossing the, somewhat wide as that time, river. James reaches for his 7mm mag, only to realize it was back at the camp. So the only option, so they thought, was to drown the deer. Easy enough, right? Gerald may have seen this somewhere before, because he immediately tried to dissuade this notion, but the young bucks weren't having it. Gerald on the outboard, Willard and James sharing the bow at the starboard and the port, they begin trolling towards the awkwardly swimming animal.

Coming alongside the deer, it peered up at James with familiar glance that resonated in him, telling him that it was about to be on. But the deer had decided that it already was on, as his front hooves started rising out of the water, as if he "had hit another gear". So Willard grabs the antlers and thrust the deer under water, you know, to make it stop breathing. Well that lasted all of about 12 seconds, and out of the water rose the horns, head and hooves, and subsequently it all came down into the boat. Before the fellows knew it, their boat was full of about 15 lbs of turtle, 60 lbs of catfish, 400 lbs or man and 200 lbs of kicking and flailing whitetail buck deer. As you can probably imagine, that didn't last very long, as soon the river had all of the boats' previous contents. Gerald was able to salvage the boat, somehow getting it to the bank. But Willard and James were not able to salvage their pride, as the 6 point stood on the opposite bank, looking at the men like he was coming back for revenge, before bolting up the river hill.

Luckily, the turtle was floating down the river in a pickle bucket with a lid on it, so supper was tracked down and made into a piquant, while the men licked their wounds back at the camp.

Country boys - 1
6 points- 1

And I cant say that I know of a tie breaker in this series.

Good shite Nico.

Awesome.

One of my cousins just called me. Havent talked to him in years. Apparently he lurks these boards, and saw this. He said, they may not believe it, and the stories may not be true, but we were told that growing up. He alos let me in on a few other stories I hadn't heard and signed up on here as LaFarmer

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Part III?

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I think part III will be coming from ym kin folk when his account gets activated. He told me a story that involved a few dead deer, game wardens kicking the camp door in, and my great uncle throwing both green jeans off the front porch

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He alos let me in on a few other stories I hadn't heard and signed up on here as LaFarmer

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Good stuff