Next to hunting camp lived an elderly colored man. Retired from the “Ermy”. He kinda watched over stuff when no one was around. He let us hunt a 40 acre thicker he had and we gave him several deer each season.
One morning i ran some coin traps. Caught prolly 6 or 8. Dispatched them.
Knocked on his door, Mr John. Want a couple fresh coons?
Sure. How many you got? 8.
He came out door, whooping and hollering. Doing the happy dance. Pulled out his ancient flip phone calling ppl. You’d think i given him a stack of t-bones. 😂😂
Dave
�The man who complains about the way the ball bounces is likely to be the one who dropped it.� Lou Holtz
