I am the youngest of 3 first cousins born within 7 months of each other. We were best known as trouble, especially when Neil was with us. He could always think of some pretty creative things to do to/with cats, dog, electric trains etc.
The story that comes to mind is the hunting expedition we experienced in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. I drove my '86 Dodge 4-WD truck w/truck back camper from Indiana to Farmington Hills, Michigan, picked up Neil and I drove up to the UP. Chris was not with us until we picked him up at the Marquette airport. The flight had been a white knuckler for Chris and he was really glad to see us.
Neil and I hunted, Chris stayed in the camper and read. (Chris has no killer instinct), Neil and I went out in 10" of snow at 10 below and set up over an evergreen swamp at dawn. About 45 minutes later a car full of "idiots in orange" pulled in next to our truck, piled out with rifles and scattered over the hillside behind us. Any shot they would have taken would have been over us. We didn't like the odds and left. We went a couple of hundred yards in the truck. Neil stopped me, got out and shot several rounds from his 10 gauge goose gun. We figure they got deserved lead shower.
We shot nothing but saw lots of deer on top of cars and trucks. Neil said, "everybody gets a deer", and repeats it every time we recall the trip.
Hurry up and get back to the course Neil. The other golfers need a good laugh. Cousin Dan
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