The deer slayer.

OOOOOOOOOOOWEEEEEE!! Son,, On this light tackle!!. Bring on them country girls!!.


Jackknife,

Superb, Absolutely Superb!!!. What talent!!!.:thumbup:

Thanks Again,

Anthony

ps{caint wait til the next Jackknife tale:D}
 
Jeez Jackknife, at least tell us about her fishing holes back in the swamp, or did you even take any bait? :mad:

I'm more interested in this area all the time. It reminds me of hearing stories of north woods folks that are the native Upper Peninsula of Michigan folks. I think they may have had that isolation factor as well.

Could you tell me the town nearest to where you lived as a boy, and do you still live there? I want to look it up in the atlas. Thanks for the great memories you share. It reminded me of the Honeycutt sisters.:)
 
jackknife said:
Probably the pirates cove. Lizzy Rankin had a certain reputation, and that summer she lived up to and exceeded it. If Mr. Van had found out half of what I had been doing, he'd have court martialed me out of the scouts for indecent behavior. Even if I had been influenced by a lady half a dozen years my senior.
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Ah, we're all men here. :) Let 'er rip!
 
Based on the untold Pat II of this story, it seems to me that our Jackknife went after some pretty dangerous game hisownself. That girl's daddy could shoot; by Jackknife's being able to tell the tale, at least we know he wasn't caught.

:D:D:D
 
shaldag said:
Based on the untold Pat II of this story, it seems to me that our Jackknife went after some pretty dangerous game hisownself. That girl's daddy could shoot; by Jackknife's being able to tell the tale, at least we know he wasn't caught.

:D:D:D
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It ends up old Matt knew all along what was going on that summer. I didn't know he knew, untill 30 years later when he was a very old man, just past his 80th birthday. Lizzy had talked to him about "the affair" seeking his advise, and he gave it. I only found that out when he and I sat down on a bench under the shade of a big oak tree in the cemetary where Lizzy was laid to rest at too young an age. He told me a great deal that filled in alot of the blanks, and that was sort of a closure to me. He had kept the secret to himself for those 30 years, not even telling his wife because as he put it, out of five children Lizzy was the only one that was a parents wild child heartbreak.
 
Jackknife,

Collect them.
Edit them.
They are already good.
Editting is like honing the knife to move is from sharp to razor sharp.
No little burrs in the reading.

Then look for a publisher

Keep writing,,,,,,,
 
Good story jackknife.

I think alot of young men knew someone like her, if they were lucky.
 
thawk said:
Could you tell me the town nearest to where you lived as a boy, and do you still live there? I want to look it up in the atlas. Thanks for the great memories you share. It reminded me of the Honeycutt sisters.:)
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Sure thawk. It was Cambridge Maryland, down on the lower eastern shore at the mouth of the Choptank river where it flows into the Chesapeake Bay. I was born there and lived there till dad came home from WW2 and moved us to Wheaton Maryland north of Washington D.C. as his new job was in Washington. I would return to the old homestead on summers to work on grandads crab boat, the Lady Anne. Grandads place was west of town out state road 343 toward Loyds Maryland. The old homestead was right on the water, with the dock for the Lady Anne about 75 yards in back of the house. LaCompt Marsh and Rankin territory was a little ways down the road to the west. It was a very sparsely populated area then, with piney woods and marsh all about. A great place to play Huck Finn.

The area has changed a great deal from those days, with land prices very high due to the area becoming a summer vacation home for wealthy Baltimore and Washington folk.

But it was something else "back in the day."

I still have family roots there with cousins still in the waterman trade.

In the years just after WW2, Montgomery County Maryland was still rolling wooded farmland. Thats where we had our scout troop that Mr. Van tought us alot about the outdoors in the different setting of the dense hardwood forest that was foreign to me then. But I always missed the water.

Looking back i guess I was lucky, I got to straddle two different worlds growing up.
 
Well that fills in the blanks and then some.

The lucky youth had our Huck Finn days, especially us that grew up in small town rural US. I grew up in the late 50's and early 60's with way more freedom to roam compared to most kids these days.

I was in Marlyland once on a business trip, but it was in the late winter and didn't get to poke around as much as I would have liked to. Pretty country, for sure. I drove the back roads from Dulles over to Hagerstown.

Thanks very much.

Wonderful story, as usual.
 
Jackknife:

I’m puzzled. I know how I eat corn on the cob. My uncles used to say, “Fingers were invented before forks,” and thank God for it. Even if I have to strip the husks first, I can hold the cob to my mouth and scrape the corns off with my teeth.

But a deer? Deer have neither fingers nor forks. How does a deer eat corn? Just bite off a piece of the corn—husks, corn, cob, and all? Chew it up, swallow the corn, and spit out the rest? Swallow everything and let his stomach sort it out? Tomatoes I can understand. But how does a deer or a buck eat corn?
 
I thought I would bump up to the top a few of my favorite stories from JackKnife for some newer visitors. This was a recent one I enjoyed.
Thanks again JK!
Bill
 
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