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Blackbirds Are NOT to be Hunted

Blackbirds Are NOT to be Hunted

My pappy gave me my first used bb pump action rifle when I was 5 years old. My dad helped me break it down and clean it; that was the only way he would buy me some bbs for it. We went out target shooting so that I could learn how the gun worked and about gun safety.

The next day I learned that in our home we only kill what we intend to eat, a valuable lesson in wildlife preservation. I was in our backyard with my bb gun practicing when I took aim, and  shot and killed a blackbird. My dad’s dog retrieved it and took it to my daddy – so, basically our hunting dog ratted me out. Dad asked me about why I shot the black bird and I said I was practicing with my bb gun.

He took my gun away and then sat me down with a paper bag and the dead bird and told me that I was having blackbird for dinner. He made me clean that bird, and I was so sorry that I had killed that little bird that he didn’t make me eat it. I also learned that we don’t shoot any bird or other animal that we don’t intend to eat.

After that, I had to keep my gun locked up with the rest of the hunting guns that belonged to my dad. I could only take it out if we were going target shooting or hunting. That was the year I shot my first dove and my first quail.

When I started Kindergarten is when I learned that little girls don’t typically hunt and fish. I did, and so did most of my girl cousins.


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I Didn’t Know That Wasn’t Her Name

I Didn’t Know That Wasn’t Her Name

When I was two; you know, the age of repeat everything you hear, I was riding in the car to the store with my Daddy. There was this lady who wasn’t driving very well and it caused Daddy to comment, a lot. When we got to the store she was entering just as we were; I waved and with a big smile said “Hiya Bitch!” I thought it was her name and that Daddy knew her.

 


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I thought it was a raisin

I thought it was a raisin

Embarrassing story…when I was a little boy I used to love raisins. I was playing in the living room one day and happened to spot some raisins on the window sill. My mom saw me and stopped me from eating the raisins, but not quickly enough. I had already eaten a couple…of dead flies. Mom, I thought it was a raisin!


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Playing footsies

Playing footsies

When I was in high school I dated a girl for a while…and then we broke up. I started dating her best friend, and my ex-girlfriend didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she hung out with us. We even went to the McDonald’s across the street from the high school together.

One day, during lunch break at McDonald’s, my ex-girlfriend and I started playing footsies under the table while her best friend and I held hands. Then my girlfriend noticed, and started playing footsies too.  It was…strange. But, maybe not so strange since they were both Mormons.


Blackbirds Are NOT to be Hunted

My pappy gave me my first used bb pump action rifle when I was 5 years old. My dad...
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I Didn’t Know That Wasn’t Her Name

When I was two; you know, the age of repeat everything you hear, I was riding in the car...
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I thought it was a raisin

Embarrassing story…when I was a little boy I used to love raisins. I was playing...
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Playing footsies

When I was in high school I dated a girl for a while…and then we broke up. I...
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