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Tall Tales From The Hills: Some Very Tall
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I've always enjoyed a good laugh. The funnies I hear these days are great and now, I can hear them every day and get the same enjoyment from them because I don't remember them from the day before. I've known a fellow, who is in the same general age goup that I am, for about eight years. I've never seen Raymond Elliott in person but we have corresponded via email frequently. He is truly a great fellow and is a faithful gospel preacher. He has, with kindness and courtesy, read many of my writings and has honored me with his. He is far more knowledgeable and capable of writing concerning the Holy Scriptures than I am and I have learned a lot from him. I love him dearly.
Besides being a preacher of the gospel, he is an avid deer hunter. An as you are aware, fishermen and hunters are always filled with some fantastic stories to tell. If Raymond says something that may seem a little far-fetched, be easy on him because he is no doubt like me and forgets many details. So he may embellish a point here and there Here are some of his true (?) stories as well of some of his much taller ones.
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A Miracle Or Was I seeing Things?
We were all being led in our trucks by a game warden to our deer stands on the management area. A woman was in front of me. Suddenly a rabbit jumped in front of her truck and she ran over the poor thing. She stopped and got out of her truck and opened her purse and took out a bottle and poured something on that rabbit. Would you believe that rabbit jumped up and began hopping away and every 25 yards it would stop and turn and wave at the lady until we couldn't see it anymore? I couldn't believe my eyes! I got out of my truck and I walked up to the lady and I asked her what in the world did she pour on that rabbit. She answered that it was "Hair (hare) restorer with a permanent wave." With that I got back in my truck and forgot all about why I was there in the first place
An Old Deer Hunter's Ponderings
This is serious. Have you ever wondered who the first person was who looked at a cow and said, "I am going to twist those dangly things and drink whatever comes out?" Makes you think, don't it?
From Cussing To Conversion???
Well there we stood the three of us. We did look like a motley group. I had my hunting camouflage on; Gurvis and Chuck had work clothes on. Chuck looked like a Swedish night club bouncer because of his size and blonde hair and me and Gurvis, well, we looked like Gurvis and Raymond. Enough said. Suddenly a pickup truck pulled into the yard and off of Highway 82. The moment the man got out of the truck he started cussing and a-swearing. Looking at the three of us he must have thought that he was in good (bad) company. He was talking about the deer and instead blessing he was a-cussing. I said, "Fellow, I know we must look like a rough group but I am preacher and this here big fellow is a deacon and this other man is Christian" and would you know with that said, a conversion took place in a twinkling of an eye. He began to back track and declared that he too was a Christian. He did not tarry long and in a short time he was in his truck on his way. We all looked at one another and wondered who in the world the stranger was who stopped for a short visit for a cussing spell and left converted (?). In the defense of the three of us I can say that we usually don't draw such a crowd. To this day I don't know if it was our untidy appearance or what I said made that man go on his way rejoicing that he could leave such a strange bunch of deer hunters that did not cuss.
A Faithful Bird Dog
This story has nothing to do with Bear Creek Swamp but I am moved (for whatever reason) to tell you about this fellow who had a bird dog that was always, without failing, faithful in keeping his stance when he pointed a bird. This particular time the dog got so far ahead of the hunter and pointed a bird but the problem was the hunter failed to find the dog. After hours of looking for his favorite and faithful bird dog and failing to find him, the hunter went home. Now don't ask me for the validity of this here story but it goes something like this. The following year the hunter and friends were bird hunting in the same area as the year before when they came upon the skeleton remains of his favorite bird dog that he never found the year before. The story is that the dog was still in a pointing stance. Now that is what I call dependable and faithful bird dog!! What say you?
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» left by Gary W. Halsey Sr. (3 years 25 days ago.)
Great stories Joel, I really enjoyed the rabbit one, that was haliarious!!! I am still laughing...I'm printing these out, and taking them to work to share with my friends, Well written and well told!!! This was great. Thanks for the wonderful read.......sorry I haven't been around for awhile, but I'm done with the Overtime for a bit, so I will have a chance to "catch up".....Hope this comment finds you well......your fan, and friend, Gary
» left by Joel Hendon (3 years 25 days ago.)
Thanks friend, for your comment and kindnesses. I hope to be seeing more of your articles on Webgazine.
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