If it's brown....it's down. If it fly's...it dies! {part one}

[Dan-MO]

For years when I was a boy we had a family tradition of going rabbit or quail hunting on Thanksgiving day. I have 2 brothers but no sisters so while mom prepared the Thanksgiving dinner-dad and us boys would be out at the crack of dawn beating the brush arriving home in time for the dinner.We would then eat ourselves nearly into a coma and then stretch out in front of the wood stove and doze till time to do the evening chores.These are among my most comforting memories of my boyhood days and we kept this tradition until we married and left home.

A little background is in order before I can continue this story.My dad was-and is-one of the most honest law abiding God fearing men you would ever meet. I have seen him turn around and drive back to a grocery store to

 

[Rob/Windsor Ont.]

n/t

 

[Lil Brother]

you are making us all sit on the edge of our seats while you entertain company!

Like Rob says, your stories are worth waiting on. Cant you tell your company that you have an emergency....or somethin'?

waiting patiently,

Lil Brother