Well yes, I should have said gander because it was the male protecting its mate. Swooped down and barely missed me. My mother had a pair when I got back from Germany after my first tour and she had them in the yard fenced in. Could not get in unless she put them away.I had a guard gander for a while. Real good at it too,
. . . until "Suede" (Sister's yellow lab) retrieved it for me.
There are a couple of beaver in the same pond as well. They have always kept their distance.
It will get better for me when I finally retire. Physically, I am ready, financially, not there yet.
I offer graduate courses in Curmudgeonary. Of course I charge graduate course rates.
You really didn't want to get close to those guys anyways.
Dad used to load one coon dog (a red tick) and my dog (Rex)(Dad was teaching him how to coonhunt.) into the trunk of our car (a '49 Chevy) and off we would to Maw Maw and Paw Paw's (about 20 miles away) to listen to them run coons. Those two would do some farting. I was little (about 7), but I had to go with him to learn about coon hunting.Celebrated annually since 2014.
It was not Higgins that got punched. It was an AAU game. The official was Kenny Culp.
GO BIG BLUE!
I was about 5 years old when I discovered how stupid a Yankee can be. Even when they are trying to do a good deed they can come off as ignorant. My case in point: My grandfather raised some sugar cane across a dirt road from his orange groves. Just a small patch to make cane syrup, etc. One of my close friends in childhood was Buster and we hung out together. His family had been on my grandpa's property for about 100 years. Trucks would haul the sugar cane out and at times they would hit a rut and a piece of cane would fall off. That was like heaven to Buster and I and we would run out in the road and grab it to eat. A pocket knife and sugar cane to a Southern boy in 1948 was like a cheese cake in today's world. Good eating. Once a truck pulled out and dropped a stalk of cane and we ran out in the road to grab it. A big Cadillac came driving by and the driver saw us grabbing the cane and stopped. A lady got out of her car. She walked over to us, patted us on the head and gave us each a dime. Then she looked down and said "you poor boys, starving to death and eating corn stalks off of the road." Then she walked back to her car and drove off. As she left you could see those NEW YORK license tags and Buster looked at me and started laughing, then Buster said, "Stupid Yankee". We laughed for about a half hour at that one.
Great story and photo Sawnee. It reminds me of a joke my pappaw told me when I was about five.I was about 5 years old when I discovered how stupid a Yankee can be. Even when they are trying to do a good deed they can come off as ignorant. My case in point: My grandfather raised some sugar cane across a dirt road from his orange groves. Just a small patch to make cane syrup, etc. One of my close friends in childhood was Buster and we hung out together. His family had been on my grandpa's property for about 100 years. Trucks would haul the sugar cane out and at times they would hit a rut and a piece of cane would fall off. That was like heaven to Buster and I and we would run out in the road and grab it to eat. A pocket knife and sugar cane to a Southern boy in 1948 was like a cheese cake in today's world. Good eating. Once a truck pulled out and dropped a stalk of cane and we ran out in the road to grab it. A big Cadillac came driving by and the driver saw us grabbing the cane and stopped. A lady got out of her car. She walked over to us, patted us on the head and gave us each a dime. Then she looked down and said "you poor boys, starving to death and eating corn stalks off of the road." Then she walked back to her car and drove off. As she left you could see those NEW YORK license tags and Buster looked at me and started laughing, then Buster said, "Stupid Yankee". We laughed for about a half hour at that one.
The little boy on the left is Buster and yours truly is on the right.
I love it. Great story. And probably true. LOL
Nope, they have teeth like an old girlfriend I once knew.
April 8, 1989. The big 3-oh.
Great meal at Silvio's Italian restaurant. Stuffed to the gills. Great food and wine/cocktails. The ol' wallet is definitely a lot lighter tonight. What the hell. She's worth it.
April 8, 1989. The big 3-oh.
Great meal at Silvio's Italian restaurant. Stuffed to the gills. Great food and wine/cocktails. The ol' wallet is definitely a lot lighter tonight. What the hell. She's worth it.
