Wednesday, December 24, 2008


four guys were at deer camp. they had to bunk two to a room.

no one wanted to room with nancpop because he snored so badly. they decided it wasn't fair to make one of them stay with him the whole time, so they voted to take turns.

the first night, aay-jay slept in nancpop's room and came to breakfast the next morning with his hair a mess and his eyes all bloodshot.

the rest of the guys said, "man, what happened to you?"

He said, "nancpop snored so loudly, i just sat up and watched him all night."
the next night it was clyde's turn. in the morning, same thing-- hair all standing up, eyes all blood-shot. once again they asked, "man, what happened to you? you look awful!"

he said, "man, that nancpop shakes the roof. i couldn't sleep a wink. i just watched him all night."

The third night was phillip's (we'll refer to him from now on as "BADGER") turn. badger was a big burly guy who loved to fish and hunt -- a man's man.

The next morning he came to breakfast bright tailed and bushy eyed. "good morning," he said. the guys couldn't believe it! they said, "badger, what happened?"

he said, "well, we got ready for bed. i went and tucked nancpop into bed and kissed him good night. he sat up and watched ME all night long."

now, for a TRUE story:

it is said in certain deer hunting circles that you eat the heart of your first "kill".

okay - enter a bunch of ackward's bass hicks (which reminds me of another "oh boo" moment) from the sticks about twenty-five years ago - at about that same time at least two of them were a couple of my best friends - and i'll claim them now - aay-jay and badger. they were also two of pop's best friends - one since second grade (the best eight years of pop's life!).

they were out partying as a quadruple of guys whose wimmenfolk were probably at a lingerie party or some such nonsense.

at a certain point in the evening they decided to send the badger into town for some "supplies" - rhymes with "coors". on his way to the party store he hit a deer with clyde's truck so it only seemed right that he should pick it up and bring it back on his way home.

none of them knowing exactly what to do next called the father figure, les. les showed up to give instructions on the proper care and handling of deer that's been shot by a speeding toyota - at one point he said, "on your first kill you're supposed to take a big bite out of the heart." as they had the deer pretty much gutted at that point - one of them reached into the chest cavity and yanked out the first thing they got ahold of and took a big bite out of it!

as they were bent over hurling they handed it to the next guy who in turn did the same thing and then it came to pop's turn and he looked at the organ and said, "this looks like a lung to me - i'm not taking a bite of it!"

...oh boo...

these guys must've been too full to eat the heart...oh boo...