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Women of Turkey Hunters ... BEWARE!

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Over thirty years ago, my daddy went turkey hunting. Now, you will have to remember that my daddy enjoyed the outdoors so much, and he hunted both out of necessity (in the beginning) and later on just for enjoyment.
He also would display his trophies. Poor mother had everything from deer antlers, turkey beards and rattlesnake rattles decorating her living room. It was truly all the walls had on them for the most part. I never heard mother complain, but after daddy left us, she eventually took them down, and gave them to Lil Brother and Arkie John.
Anyway, back to the story. I don
 
When I was a young boy my mothers washing machine and freezer were located in a seperate small building from the house.It was a small finished building about 12X12 and was built for the sole purpose of housing the washing machine and freezer.Mom also kept her home canned food stored on shelves behind a curtain in this building.
My brothers and I also adopted the building as our clubhouse.One summer day we killed a large copperhead and decided to preserve it.We coiled it up in a large jar and filled the jar with rubbing alchohol to preserve it.It was really creepy looking in that jar-it looked evil and looked like it was alive.After admiring it awhile and showing it to some other boys we tired of it and put it in a safe place where it wouldn't get knocked over.The most logical place? On the shelf behind the curtain with all the other jars.It was then promptly forgotten about.
Months went by and it was winter.One evening mom went out to the wash house to get a jar of home canned tomatoes to use in a pot of soup she was cooking.Suddenly we heard a blood curdling scream and dad raced out to see what happened.Mom had reached back into the shelf of jars and picked up the first full one she got ahold of.Instead of tomatoes-she got a jar full of copperhead!We barely escaped with our hides intact!
Mom deserves a special place in heaven for the trials she went thru in raising 3 rowdy boys....
 
in the mail pretty soon. I just had to get some dry ice first <img src="/metal/html/lol.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":lol">
I do remember chasing all your girls around with that head though. I chased Christi with it when she was 2 yrs old! I had it for years and gave it to John a couple years ago. Its in good hands though!
<img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":)">
 
And you talk to me about being afraid to go diving?? Fie and for shame!!! <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":)"> you are far braver than I am having those things around <img src="/metal/html/biggrin.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":D"> <img src="/metal/html/biggrin.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":D">
all the best
M
 
in the ice box before...kinda unique! Have you ever considered mounting it and hanging it on the wall. This story made me laugh, thanks for posting it. Please have a great day! Kelley (Texas) <img src="/metal/html/lol.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":lol">
 
when a buddy brought in a turkey head that he had bagged, I asked him for it.
I took it in the bosses office and stuck it in the back of his bottom left desk drawer.. Way back under some papers.
It was summer and it didn't talk long for it to start a working. He started complaining about the smell and I told him it must be him because it smelled like a turkey to me <img src="/metal/html/biggrin.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":D">
It took him two weeks to find the thing.
I just told him that I was right again.
 
I could see it comin' but couldn't keep from laughin' out loud several times.
I can imagine her heart skippin' a beat when light came to that jar of snake!!!!!!
What's funny is that you weren't TRYING to play a joke on her. Of course you guys were innocent--this time. But how could you convince her otherwise? <img src="/metal/html/lol.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":lol">
Thanks for a great belly laugh or three.
AJ
 
rattles were from a rattlesnake he killed over six foot long. So, he mounted the rattles under some of the turkey beards, just something to remember it by I guess. One of the brothers has it now, I think! <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":)">
 
didn't read it, I don't think. Must have been before my time on the forum. Repost it, okay? <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":)">
 
and Johnboy just thought this was so funny! I appreciate the thought, but you can keep your package. After all, there are still girls coming into the family that have not been initiated yet! <img src="/metal/html/lol.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":lol"> ILY, Linda
 
the shock she must have felt?? Sounds like you and my brothers came from the same pod! They pulled a lot of stuff like this, and the trouble is, as they get older, they get worse!!!! <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":)"> Aren't we lucky, though, to have these memories??? I think so! <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":)">
 
Take a fair sized rubber snake and put it under the covers near the foot of the bed.....
 
The ole gal was deathly afraid of them and Daddy knew it. It was a Sunday afternoon. Myrtle was busy doin' those dishes and gabbin' like women do after a Sunday dinner. She was lookin' away from the dishes and casually picked up that blessed snake and began to wash him.
Well, I'm tellin' you...it didn't take but a few seconds for it to register with her that something did not feel right. She looked at that thing and screamed, throwing that snake and falling backwards all at the same time.
Daddy said it just about gave the ole' gal a heart attack. Hind sight being 20-20, he later said he wished he hadn't done it. It REALLY scared her half to death.
So...if you do this, make sure the person has a strong heart! <img src="/metal/html/lol.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":lol"> <img src="/metal/html/lol.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":lol"> <img src="/metal/html/lol.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":lol"> <img src="/metal/html/lol.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":lol"> <img src="/metal/html/lol.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":lol">
AJ
 
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