*sigh* I'm loosing my touch. (Warning: Hi-jacked by Em)

[sourland]

Sauerbraten squirrel -

or equally good sauerbraten

. I like to eat the wild creatures - bear included.

 

[Bunnylady]

 

[Alaskan]

I knew you weren't Sour Cream!

You are sauerbraten!

 

[Bunnylady]

Sauerkraut, perhaps?

 

[sourland]

50 %

 

[Alaskan]

Sauerkraut is so S-T-R-I-N-G-Y


You really think he is that stringy?

 

[Spookwriter]

A quick thought and Spook has to run.
Things to do yet.

On bears... As a young boy, I ate much "bear gravy"
at my Uncle Raymond's home.

Of all my uncles, it was Raymond that I truly loved
the best. He was a lot like me. Or I guess, it is I who
grew up to be like him.

He was full of jokes, lived to laugh. Wasn't very often
that life got him down. Just an awesome uncle.

I didn't know that he really wasn't killing all these bears
to make my gravy. He TOLD me he was. And he threw
the hides in the river, keep varmits from the yard.

As an adult (or at least as close as I'll ever be to one) I
know it was sausage gravy. But part of me still wants that
bear gravy one more time.

Raymond...he was a one of kind. His son and I are the same
age.I was going to stay the night with my cousin, Raven. Along
about dark, we decided to walk up and spend the night at our
grandma's. Just up the holler. (you country people know what a
Kentucky holler is) And that's where my grandma lived : up the
holler.

Uncle Raymond, he said we could. So we packed up and started
out.

But Raymond was quicker than us.

He must of grabbed up a bedsheet, snuck out of the house
and ran up the path.

Here came me and Raven in the dark, holding out stuff and using
an old flashlight to see by. Just walking along...

Uncle Raymond was hiding in the weeds beside and old fence. We
didn't know he was there until he raised up, covered in that old
bedsheet, waving his arms and let out a howl.

Me and Raven, we were scared.

But it proved one thing.

I'm a whole lot faster afoot than Raven was. I threw my stuff down
and ran. Every man for himself.

I didn't even slow down at Grandma's.

I was heading for home...




Such was Raymond. He was plume sorry when he finally figured
out where I was. He didn't mean to scare me that bad.

He had to of been the best Uncle a kid could have.


The time his bull chased me up a tree...

When he forgot to tell me not to bother his beehive.

...and when my arm got stuck between the cab and bed
of his old pickup.

We were fishing in the creek with his old wooden rowboat
when it sank. He saved me. (I don't like water to this day)

He taught us to hunt, fish, camp out.

Bestest Uncle in the whole world.


Spook, who likes happy thoughts.

 

[sourland]

And now we know how Spook was created.


Spook, sure wish that I had an uncle like Uncle Raymond. Thanks for sharing the memories.

 

[Bunnylady]

Always a pleasure to walk down your memory lanes, Spook.

I had a real

moment this evening. Over at the horse farm, there was this birdhouse made from some 8 inch diameter schedule 40 PVC pipe. I'd guess the pipe was about 5 feet long, had holes drilled in it and dividers every foot or so. It was mounted vertically on top of a 15 foot wooden post near a gate. Evidently, it got hit by lightning during a storm today, and disintegrated in an explosion worthy of the Mythbusters. I found fragments scattered at least 100 feet from the post. The post itself was split, and there were 2-foot-long splinters from it scattered around, too. The horses were all pretty spooky when I brought them in, but they seemed otherwise unharmed.

 

[Spookwriter]

Explosions are always noteworthy.

They don't always come off as planned, but always a good
story.

Just glad nobunny was hurt. We couldn't bear that.


This if for the Alaskan....we didn't grow up with "flushy's" in
Kentucky. Wasn't no need for a flushy, 'cause we didn't have
indoor plumbing either.