re: Tell A Funny Story That Makes You Laugh Every Time You Think About It

Early one fall morning, still dark but just getting light enough to see the treeline in the horizon, my dad and I (I was 12 years old) set out across a cut-over soy bean field at my uncle's farm on our way to the woods. It was the first day of deer season. We got about 100 yards from the treeline, and a huge hog ran out of the forest and was running straight at me. I was about 25 yards from my dad who yelled at me to stop. I did, and he blasted three shots from his shotgun, and the pig dropped dead about 30 feet from me. It was still dark, but dark grey, enough to see shapes.

Dad rushed over to check on me and then walked over and looked at the pig while I stood there holding our guns. My dad was a righteous man, and never cursed. But when he got to the pig, he stopped, contemplating it for a moment, then he let out a loud shout, "frick". Surprised the shite out of me. I'd never heard him say that word before, but had heard it plenty from my friends and at school. I knew if I used that word in front of my dad it would mean the belt. I walked towards him and the foul beast. Dad had squatted down beside the hog.

My dad looked up at me and said,

"Damn it, this is your cousin Karen's pet 4H pig. Damn thing must have busted out of its pen. frick!"