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As a child we raised chickens and had several coops. When there was a ruckus in one of the coops in the middle of the night, my mom was always the one who jumped up in her nightgown and ran outside with the gun. When we'd hear her shoot, us kids would always pray it was a coon she shot and not a possum, 'cause whatever she shot, we were probably gonna eat the next day.
Coon dumplings ain't so bad, but possum will make you puke!
As a child we raised chickens and had several coops. When there was a ruckus in one of the coops in the middle of the night, my mom was always the one who jumped up in her nightgown and ran outside with the gun. When we'd hear her shoot, us kids would always pray it was a coon she shot and not a possum, 'cause whatever she shot, we were probably gonna eat the next day.

