Posted on 05/03/2008 8:06:32 AM PDT by The Spirit Of Allegiance
YUP!
You forgot my favorite -- chicken tamales!
“Feathers for crafts & tying flies for fishing.”
Now you are talking Diana.
Heck, I was wondering what you, Grammy, and I were going to be doing when you retire here in “God’s Country,” the great state of Tennessee.
Fortunately, the state lawmakers here had the good sense, several years ago, to pass a roadkill bill, where it is legal to pick up roadkilled animals of all sorts.
All those deer, possums, chickens, and other creatures make beautiful artificial flies, which have the ability to fool trout and other finned species.
We will start our own fly shop, and then we’ll have to go and test the flies, to make sure they work.
It’ll be hard — all that fishing — but we will do what we have to do. It’s a hard job, but we must stand up to the challenge!!!!
I'm sure there are thousands out there that will be indebted to y'all, someone has to do the heavy lifting. And just for medicinal purposes y'all should take a couple of Mason jars along.
Don’t forget we will have to know which fly works on which river... so there will be a lot of comparisons to be done!
You never know when some pesky thing like a throbbing tooth, head, arthiritus, whatever, might call for some intervention.
Just in case, you MIGHT need a little nip.
Shhh!!! Don’t tell anybody.
My (late) 80 plus year old Grandma McCoy didn’t brag about it, but she always had a jar in her cupboard.
For medicinal purposes, of course.
She never abused it, but would pull out that jar when someone needed some intervention.
God bless her, I remember her pulling it out for me and my crazy brother a few times.
Now this little (90 pounds soaking wet) old white haired lady didn’t take no *** off nobody. Once, when my crazy brother and I invited a bunch of teenagers over to Granny’s house without her permission, she got her point across.
After her telling us about three times to tell our company to leave the premises, we didn’t.
Then, when Granny stood on her front porch and shot that pistol of hers straight up in the air about three times, the kids scattered.
We were the most UNPOPULAR kids in town for a while. But we didn’t even think about messing with Granny McCoy again after that (grin). When she said “jump” she meant it, and we knew she did.
But now and then, she could be understanding, and would pull that jar out of her cupboard, and chill us out.
If Granny had of been a degreed pyschologist, she’d of made a fortune.
Them there chickens sure look abused to me.
You should have seen the one I fried today.
I dusted it in flour and then rolled it in egg. Then put it in flour again, before dropping it in a hot pan of grease.
I am the one who was probably abused, after my cholestoral level went through the roof.
I don’t honor chickens in this manner too often (I do the baked, healthy version mostly). But ever now and then, a fella needs a good deep fat fried chicken, and if you are a Southern native, you know that this is a traditon I must carry on.
I think those activists are planning a coop d’etat.
I have a few pictures of them with panties on their heads but I fear posting them on a public forum could rioting and a cause a chicken coup in my chicken coop.
Absolutely! Isn't it amazing how many in our previous generations "got it" without higher learning? Maybe a lot of them did because that higher learning didn't mess up their minds.
;-)
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