Day 128 CJSM

Day 128

 

The “Truck riding” ducks

 

 

Our expanding menagerie finally included---ducks!

We kept them in the chicken house at the farmstead; our house was in the valley a half mile off the county road; the old farm buildings were another half mile beyond our domicile.

In the evening, I would pull the pick-up onto the road in front of our house next to the creek where our white-feathered friends wiled away the daylight hours frolicking in the water. I would drop the tailgate and the critters would waddle out of the creek, up the earthen embankment and line up seven deep for their “chauffeur” to lift them onto the bed of the truck. One-by-one, I aided the ducks onto the bed of the pick-up. Once loaded, the ducks waited for me to close the gate and drive the passengers in my “fowl” conveyance to the chicken house at the farmstead.

Delivered safe and sound, I opened the tailgate and the passengers waddled off and filed into the chicken house for the night. Next morning, we reversed the process and---on and…on!

All this rig-a-maro to save the ducks from a pack of wild coyotes which shared our life; I did a lot of shooting in those days and had a pretty nice gun collection for which I did hand loading.

We lived in the wilds, as it was, and I hunted and fished and ate the wild things the land provided; in my time I harvested deer and other wild creatures for food; coyotes I shot for fun-and necessity as the varmints can, and, frequently, are, a nuisance. We had cattle and horses among other critters to protect; sometimes, expediency dictates action. That---is…reality!

And, for those of a “liberal” persuasion, I confessed before: Gun control? A dead aim!

If such assails your sensibilities, try “the art of diplomacy” next time you are mugged!

“Cars” are more dangerous than all my guns, my dad’s and my grandparents---combined!

It’s True! Senator “Fat-boy” Ted Kennedy’s car killed more people than any of my weapons ever did! And, that’s a fact, also! Try---the reality of…Truth! Really! It shall set you free! Amen!

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Security” Memories!