Well isa just have to tell you the story about my granny. Now my granny aint no crow you wanna pick with. She is a nice lady, it's just she likes to mind her own business. Well one day she was doing just that and minding her own business taking a little stroll in her back yard. Now her back yard is her little cubby hole...why there is everything back ar, even the least expected. I never suspected that she'd see what she saw, why it being such a quiet little spot and all, but she did and from what I hear it was quit big.....
It all started when my granny decided she'd go out to her bird feeder and check to see if the poor little birds needed some more food. She never once thought that she might be the food for something else, she just walked right on out there in the yard...well she got to about the little bush on the corner of her porch when she heard a little something, but she paid it no mind. Just keep in mind, my granny is a brave little ol' woman, and she walked on out a little further not looking ahead....why she walked right up to it, almost stepped on his foot!
Ahhh, you should seen her, I never seen such a brave woman hurry so fast to get back inside, why she jumped clean over the porch rail and scurried on in the house, she didn't even go around to where the steps where, she prolly wouldn't have made it anyhow, her being so scared and all....She rushed to my grandpa, which by the way was taking a nap and she started screaming at him, but he was mighty deaf so he didn't pay her any attention...why he coulda slept through the whole thing if sheda hadn't took that shotgun and fired it, why she shot a hole plum through the roof. My grandpa jumped to his feet screaming "WOMAN, what in jusifer are you doing with a rifle"??? My granny tried explainin' but my grandpa just laughed. My granny's still mad to this day and sometimes she still says to my grandpa "you'da let that bear eat me, caus you woulda been asleep".
Well that sorta reminds me of the time when I thought I was bigger than my britches. I was about 7 or 8, and thought I knew everything. I never was much into girly things, like dolls and those funny misshaped barbies. I was more into the great outdoors and fishing, oh and I loved to go camping. My daddy always took me and we'd go fishing on the river at night, well I got to thinking one night while my daddy was asleep.... I could take the boat out by myself... I was big enough...and besides he'd never know. So off I went, but first of all I had to ''sneak'' out of the tent. It was nothing really, I mean I might have accidently stepped on a little something that my daddy needed in order to have any more kids, but I swear if I wouldn't have done that, I would have gotten to go fishing all by myself.
Ohh but then there is the time when me and my friend Jessie went fishing. She wasn't much into the whole idea, but I drug her along hoping she'd get into it so id have me a fishing buddy, but I really don't think she wants to go back, but all the more fish for me to catch right?....Ohh yea, getting back to my story.... I decided I would take Jessie with me to the annual fishing tournament held down in Speedwell. It took me a while to find an extra fishing pole, but I found one...oh did I find one... It was my pole from when I was little, it was bright orange. I loved that pole, but sense she was my best friend, I could lend it to her. We finally got there and we found us a spot to fish, and from the looks Jessie was giving me, I assumed she had never been fishing before, but she assured me that she had, so I let her take care of putting on the bait by herself. We were using that orange trout bait that comes in those really cool jars...Well she put the bait on her hook, and seemed to have done a good job, so I let her be so she could cast and I walked down the creek a little ways from her....Well, I had just enough time to bait my hook and cast when I looked up at Jessie and she was hollering and making such a fuss, yelling about how there was a snake in the creek! So up the river I started after her, but as I was almost to her to take a look, she changed her story and said it was just her bait that it had somehow stretched out to be the length of a snake....Now IM pretty sure most of ya'll are confused, well so was I! I couldn't figure out how that was possible, mostly because the bait was orange...So I decided to take a look at this soo called stretched out bait for myself, so I laid my pole down once again and started walking up the river towards her....when I look up and notice that she is holding this tiny little pole in her hands...and I know that I had that pole when I was a kid, but I also know it wasn't that short...and as I got closer I realized that her snake/stretched out bait was actually the other half of my bright orange fishing pole...Turns out the poor girl cant fish, nothing to be ashamed of, only thing is I need a new buddy to go fishing with now.
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