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Originally Posted by Sailor Steve
Three deer as they walked by? Hardly sporting. But then neither is buying a steak at the store. 
My mom and stepdad both loved to hunt, but only occasionally liked venison. They gave my wife and me one whole deer, butchered and ready to eat. Good thing we had a freezer ready to hold it all.
I like your grandma. My father-in-law once told me his oldest daughter had a stalker while in high school - a boy who had more than a crush on her. One night he heard a noise in the back yard. Joe wasn't sure if it was the boy or a buglar, so he went out very cautiously, armed with a revolver. He saw a shadow in the yard, and to show he meant business he fired the gun straight down into the ground. The intruder fell backward and lay still. Joe then approached slowly. It was the boy, and Joe thought he had killed him. No, Joe's shot did indeed go into the grass. The boy had just fainted. |
Guess my Grandma was in her teens in early 1900's, got married at 14, had 16 children, outlived all of them but 3, dying at 101. Growing up in the mountains in NC during that time, really was no law.
One of her funny stories was...They lived in a old cabin, planked floor, but large cracks in the floor between the planks. She said once a man crawed under the house and was watching her cook or looking up her dress. She had hot water boiling on the stove and dumped it on him. She said.."his head hit every plank on the way out..."
The cabin door had knot holes in hit, doors only had a latch. A man was trying to unlatch the door sticking his finger through the knot hole. She didn't know him, let go of both barrels at his finger. I don't think she intended to kill him, just blow his finger off, but she blew through the door and killed him......no charge of course, that was a killing offense back then.