where i live we have lots of knobs hills and small sized mountians,cows have been known to fall out of pastures resulting in bad injurys young farmers spry enough to till these hills grow huge potatoes,,, at harvest time somone climbs up, nudges a hill of potatoes and they roll right to the bottom and into the bag,harvesting is a snap,, its in the bag,,ive been told that back in time a breed of wildcats moved in and hunting was good for them,food was plentiful but rather hard to catch,after a few generations noticible changes could be seen in each new litter,the kitties began to have two short legs on one side and two longer legs on the other side, wal hit warnt long til them blamed critters war hittin 60 pounds,,, an one side war 6 inches taller than t orher them thangs were fearsome t eyeball an their squall would clabber cows milk the poor ole rabbits never had a chance with them thangs fer they been clocked at 65 miles per hour aslde one a them knobs wal naturally hit were a offense to the dignity of all coon and fox hunters county wide thet a varnint were afoot thet thar hounds couldnt brang ti tree fust off they hed tew thank up a ferice name fer the critter atter lots o meetins, and several kegs o shine they comed up with a goodern an th wampus cat wuz added to the list uv fair game wal,,,hit began,,best packs a hounds,ever runed er hills war set on em cats,an ever hound war runned to a frazz and shamed fer ever,finaly a saplin freckled faced boy, had been watchin an studyin th hounds a chasein, an axed permssion t jine th next hunt,,,wal,,,tha hunt war readyin up,,tha hounds war tuned loose n soon tha chase het up,tha boy an his ole lop yeard hound went strolling down th foot uf tha mountian,warnt long til they wuz half way down th mountian range,,n some a them hounds i swan wae hittin nrar 40 mph,,but thar toungs war draggin ahinst thar tails,,they war tuckered plumb out,,, bout thet time thet tow headed boy come over the ridge with thet ole dawg a hollerin sic im blue gittum boy,,ole blue had a down hill sidlein run on thet ole cat,frash n rarin ta get revenge on all tuther dawgs thet hed slurred him in th past,he lammed broad side inta thet ole cat an both went tumblin down th mountainfinally dazed an groggy thet cat rared up looked at thet pore ole dawg alain thar n took off runnin,,warnt long til he larned,,with them laigs, on level ground best he cud do wuz run leetle circles round thet hound n thet set th damper on wampus cat huntin in my county
Posted on: Tue, 07 Oct 2014 01:39:14 +0000
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