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Beau Wann, Jr.
OH...IT'S A BLUSTERY DAY IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD...WILL YOU BE MINE....lordamighty the wind is howling...Good shivery morrow mine wobblytripians...just got back from walking Huckleberry hound and Scooby Doo...thought I d wait till it warmed up...seems I got er bassackards...didnt do nothin, cept get colder...WHAT THE HECK IS UP WITH THAT???? But, not to worry...I had on my winter wardrobe...no really, all of it too...lessee, hmmm bout 8 shirts and pants and jackets and socks and my bout du nords, (boot of the north from L L Beans), and my rabbit fur trooper hat from Beans...man if youse youtes dont have one of those, you need to get one quickly...go ahead, I'll wait..........that thing makes you sweat, I dont care how cold it gets...plus I look good too...looks like a rabbit is hibernatin on my punkin haid...there was a hawk sailing on the breeze, looking hungrily at my head decoration...I was kinda walking low so as not to attract him...
Hey RichLH, aint a chance of me even looking out the window at the cement pond, let alone get next to it...probably all the lawn chairs and tables and bumbershoots are at the bottom of the coldy brine as we speak...hooha, who cares...I'll pluck em out come mid july...Hey Lloyd, yall come down here if you want to see some birds...heck you can walk along the Cole Creek by the Bolivia street bridge and see all sorts of birds...saw a gang of coots swimming and diving this morn, bout 6 of em...they were playing and having a good time...saw some huge grey cranes and white ones and white Ibises, and of course our resident Muskcovy duck and Mr and Mrs Mallard, and the lone female Ms Woodduck...One HUGE snapping turtle surfaced as we strolled by...that ol boy was almost big as Old Yeller...
Burge...your pup is absolutely about the cutest pup or critter I have ever seen...looks like one o them big flop eared bunnies...no offense...but I allus wanted me one o them critters before...wonder how the zoo here would take to having it's very own bunny...did some phone work at a house in memorial back when I worked for the dial tone factory, that had a house full of huge flop eared bunnies...beautiful pup burge, just beautiful...
Hey RichLH...I have hung on many a utility pole in the cold and wet over the course of 30 years...I didnt have enough since to take an inside job though...I was an ironworker before that and thought I'd died and gone to heaven when I got on with Ma Bell...that hat you saw at the last Burger Lunch Bunch and whirld problem solvin group meeting, I got back in 75...it is a resistol, and I have worked outside in the pouring rain and sleet and ice with it doing it's job, protecting mah punkin haid...it sure did it's job too...winter of 83-84 comes to mind...think it stayed around 20 everyday for 3 or 2 weeks...around christmas time, I came down off a pole at Wilcrest and Whittington methinks, and there was a SouthernMaid Donuts shop...went inside to get a cup of coffee...took it outside and set it on the green telco box on the side of the street, and spilled some down the side...never made it to the ground, it froze runnin down the side of the box...spilled some of that steamin brew on my hands, and never felt it burn...thats how cold it was...winter of 89 was another cold one...had icecicles hanging off that very hat just about every winter of inclement weather...I'd say that hat served me well, wouldnt you...dont know how guys go bareheaded in the cold...I cant...hair or no hair...nohow...
Me and me beloved and the two hounds of the baskervilles went up to the ranch Friday and Saturday...Ms Jones donkeys were over in the south pasture...or some of them...she use to have about 5, and now seems they have multiplied like rabits, cause she has about a dozen...some on her place, and some on mine...she hollard over to me..."hey grizzly adams, you stealin my donkeys?" "No ma am" says I... "but I am about to shoot some trespassers"...which brought gales of laughter and cackles from her..."hold on boy" she says, laughing all the way over..."dont get fiesty, open your gate and run em back this way"...so I did, and she asked as she walked away, "you seen any bears boy"...cackle cackle scream"...that old woman gets on my nerves sometimes...and, if her donkeys eatin my grass wasnt enough, the dang 200 pounds of rye seed i set out, never germinated...musta been bad seed... and bout 500 pounds of corn got wet somehow, and turned to sour mash...put it out for the hogs to have a party...wont hurt em, just make em happy...maybe I can party with em...not a real good start for the day...comical, but not a good start...
Huckleberry Hound and Scooby doo had a field day, literally...they played and ran and jumped through the meadows and wood...do your heart good to watch...ol jack, got wind of some critter and he went on the point, tuckin that right paw up , nose in the wind...didnt think it was a hog, cause I couldnt smell em...and if there is a big ol hog around, you smell em before you see em...thought maybe he had a rabbit...all of a sudden he took off, on the chase like he was shot out of a cannon...ol yeller looked at me as if he was askin..."what do I do, run too...??? (sharp aint exactly his middle name), then he took off trailin Jack, like they both had good sense...what ever they were chasing, was leadin them to disaster...I could tell right off...Jack was going round and round a stand of trees and brush, and Coop close on his heels, both tails and heads were high and bodys taut and legs prancin, made my heart SWELL WITH PRIDE, watchin them ol boys on the hunt...
Directly her comes what they were chasing...a bear...NAH, got your attention though didnt I...It was almost as good...one o them wily ol KILLER ARMADILLOS...I didnt know an armadillo could move that fast...Well he went to ground, and the boys gave up the chase...both of em came back to my side looking all cocky and bad, struttin around like they had flushed and ate a dinosaur or something...of course their tongues were hanging out, but they were proud...gave each of em a bottle of water for their thirsty selves...then shortly there after and further down the north road, ol jack catches wind of some more game..."listen boys, if it happens to be a bear this time, run him to Ms Jones place will you..." she told me "if I saw a bear, shoot him and she would skin em, chicken fry em, and make a rug for me"...unquote...well, I forgot the cackles and howls of laughter from her...
Ol jack took off, and this time Coop was hot on his heels...caught a glimpse of what had piqued their interest, and it was another armadillo...them ol boys can sure move when they have to...we were close to the crick, and it is a rather large one, bout 10 or 15 ft deep and bout 25 30 or 50 ft wide in some places...that ol armadillo was leadin them to ruin for sure...I called after em, but they payed me no mind...there was important game to catch...the tall grass hid a drop off from sight. I knew it was there, but the boys didnt...I hollard for them to stop...heel...hey you...knuckleheads...halt...actung...alto...guess they dont speak foriegn languages like I do, nor english for that matter...yup, just like I suspected, that ol armadillo was leadin em to ruin...he ran into a hole at the last moment before the drop off, but the boys...well, they just kept runnin, and then sailin and then rollin and tumblin...yessir, I give em a 10 for form for sure...
Right down into the hog waller they went...good thing it wasnt very wet...we ran over to the edge to see if they were all right, and yup, they were, cause they were markin the spot with, well you know...I called for em, and up they came, slower than when they went...both had a little mud on em, and were stinkin like, well, a hog...got em back to the campsite, and washed em off...gave em a treat for their work, and they fell out sound asleep...
the only picture I got was of Jack on the point...I was laughing so hard, I couldnt keep the camera steady when they were chasing the armadillo...plus the new cameras dont set up as quick as the old film cameras...by the time you get it set, the action has come and gone...I havent uploaded the picture to the computer yet, but next time I get on I will post it...
Both them ol boys slept all the way home and then couldnt get to the couch fast enough when we got home...
Now, it is 35 degrees and the wind is just howlin, and the boys are still asleep...big sissies...
ok, looks like it's soup time...
yall dont be strangers, lets have lunch, eh what????
your friend and grizzler bear hunter
DOD
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