These events happened well before I was born and came to me third hand. So you know they are perfectly accurate, and have absolutely no embellishment.
This took place on a country road on a hot Saturday morning, where some of my family members lived as neighbors.
My Grandfather and his brother in law decided early that morning to go fishing . They got their cane pole’s and their minnow bucket (full of cold beer, our motto is ‘’it’s noon somewhere’’) and some cricket and started walking to the pond. On their way they noticed uncle Jack was out painting his front porch floor, so naturally they stopped to ask him if he wanted to come along fishing.
None of the men from that generation of my family were what you would call ‘happy go lucky’ so you can imagine his response. Well uncle jack sweated it out finishing the paint job and the fishermen made their way on down to the pond.
A while later they came back with nothing left in their minnow bucket but a can opener. They noticed uncle Jack must have finished up because all the porch furniture was stacked on the front steps to keep the bird dogs out and Jack was nowhere to be seen.
Naturally they had to go over to inspect. They walked over and could hear uncle Jack splashing around in the tub at the back of the house. So my Grandfather being the joker he was quickly reversed his cane pole and reached up across the porch to ‘’Buzz’’ the door bell. This drew an immediate response.
Jack stuck his head out in the hall hollering for who ever was walking on his fresh paint to get off his porch. However he couldn’t see who it was because his shiny paint job was causing a glare on the screen door. Thinking whoever it was had left, he went back to try and finish his bath. The glare is the one part of the story I can verify having later lived in the house.
You know what happened next ,as soon as the fishermen heard splashing they buzzed the door again. This time uncle Jack came out with a towel wrapped around Himself and blood in his eyes, but by the time he got to the door the intrepid fishermen had scurried around to the side of the house. They waited until they heard the dresser drawers opening before buzzing again,then heading a little way back down the trail to the pond. As soon as they saw Jack come out the back door they strolled up trying to look innocent.
I am sure Jack was on to them but they of course never fessed up to him. On the other hand they did have to tell Everybody else, so the story got out.
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