Cracklin’ Bread

The Devi's Whine
Big Jimmy wanted to pull it out with a pair of pliers but Gerald was having none of that. As he, Gerald, was running the motor full speed heading back to the landing and a trip to the emergency room, the little propeller on the front of the Devil’s Horse was just spinning away and whining in the wind as it hung there on the side of Gerald’s head.
As Johnny Giddens was giving me a trim, a funeral procession came by and he said, ‘Well, there goes Gerald Faulkner.’ I didn’t even know Gerald had passed until a few minutes earlier when Jimbo, down at Powell’s Drug Store, told me.
As I watched the procession go by I was reminded of the time Gerald and Big Jimmy Atkinson were fishing on the Ocmulgee River and Big Jimmy hung his Devil’s Horse bass plug five hooks deep in the side of Gerald’s head. 
Big Jimmy wanted to pull it out with a pair of pliers but Gerald was having none of that. As he, Gerald, was running the motor full speed heading back to the landing and a trip to the emergency room, the little propeller on the front of the Devil’s Horse was just spinning away and whining in the wind as it hung there on the side of Gerald’s head. 
At the thought of this I started laughing so hard Johnny had to stop cutting my hair and when I was finally able to tell him what I was laughing about, he started laughing, too.
I’d like to believe Gerald was laughing right along with us. I liked him.
I have for the first time in years got the itch to trophy hunt again. 
I did not know we had such big deer as we do until I put up a game camera and, Great Day in the Morning, what magnificent bucks I captured on film this past year. 
It was too late to do anything about it last season, but brother, I am ready this time with food plots, feeders, hunting stands, you name it. My son-in-law, Alex, and I have it ready and waiting.
However, it is real easy to hunt sitting here at this typewriter or in my recliner, but the actual thing of getting up at 4:00 a.m., and doing it is another story.  
I may wind up allowing my strongest character trait, being unselfish, take charge and let someone else sit in my deer stand. 
Whoever it is, they get the horns and can tell all the lies they want to. I get the meat and I miss no sleep. I find the venison stew and life in general is better when one keeps it simple this way.   
PS: To my devoted fans; I am taking a break now for a little while. You see, I have run out of material and my 92 year old Mother said if I write anything else about her that she will do some writing of her own - writing me out of the will. 
That leaves me little else but myself to tell on and I am not doing that until Momma is gone and the statute of limitations runs out.
Yours Truly,
Cracklin’ Bread
PS again: If a story just falls in my lap I’ll send it in immediately, of course. I know how scarce courage, common sense, and humor are these days.
See page 3A in the Wednesday, September 28, 2016 edition of The Douglas Enterprise.

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