lol! So was I... grew up in the north, but my mom was from Yell County Arkansas, and was a champion hog caller!
If the switch I brought back wasn’t nice and flexible enough, she would send me out for another one!
“and was a champion hog caller!”
That’s funny! I won concert tickets to CSN&Y in Nashville for a hog call I did on the radio.
We used to have a huge wood pile out back (salvage from demolished coops and houses), our mom would tell us to go out and get a good paddle board.
Once my brother and I brought back what we thought was a good one, we didn’t inspect it close enough.
MOM didn’t inspect it very well either.
It was just loaded with those tiny brad nails, when MOM was done and the blood started seeping through our jeans she asked just what we had brought back.
Me and my big brothers asses looked like we had been assaulted with #6 birdshot.
Every time there after we were real careful about the board inspection, had to be big enough to cause pain but not big enough to break bones or leave your butt with a thousand holes.
AAAHHHH THE GOOD OLD DAYS, when MOM’s were MOM’s, and BOY’s that did stupid crap got what we so RICHLY DESERVED!