My Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Grandfather’s Tall Tale
Let me tell you a tale that was told to me by my father, and he heard it from my grandfather. My great-great-great-great-great-grandfather was the best hunter that ever lived. He was even better than Daniel Boone and Davy Croquett combined. It all started one day when he asked my great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather to go hunting.
After pleading with his dad for a week, my great-great-great-great-great-grandfather was given permission to go hunting. Now, the rifle that my family own at that time was given to my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather by the king for his service in the war. The rifle was a beautiful specimen with a hand carved mahogany stock, silver etched barrel, and a diamond tipped ramrod that was the most treasured part of the gun. After getting some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches from my great-great-great-great-great-great-grandmother--peanut butter and jelly has been around from the time of Adam and Eve--he went out to and sat down on a small island in the middle of the river.
He sat there for the first day and the first night slowly and deliberately packing the gun powered. The more one packs the gun powered the better the gun will fire, so he just sat there packing. The second day and the second night pass as does the third, the fourth, and the fifth. As the sixth night draws near, he finishes eating his last peanut butter and jelly sandwich and decides to stay for tomorrow’s morning hunt and then return home.
That morning he was awaken from lying down to the sound of ducks quaking to his right. To his right were fifty ducks straight in a row swimming up stream. He set his sites on the first duck and begins to squeeze the triggered when he hears honking to his left. Looking to his left, he sees forty geese swim down stream straight in a row. Now, he is in a quandary, what should he shoot duck or geese as he swings his gun back and forth. Then he hears the sound that pierces through night and day to one’s heart.
The sound of rattle of rattle snake greeted his ears and heart with fear as he looked down. There lying in his lap was a rattle snake coiled up and poised to strike. As he moved his gun to shoot, it another ominous sound greeted his ear. The sound of a mad bear, disturbed from eating, raising its towering body over him rumbled into his ears. As his mind is in a panic, his eye catches the movement of a bush of a bush across the river.
There before him was the largest whitetail deer that ever lived. The antlers were the bushes he though he was seeing at first with more points than a class of kindergartners could count. He quickly makes the choice to die as a legend by killing the largest deer existed. He raised his gun and squeezed the trigger.
KaBoom!
As he came to, he sat up taking in the surroundings. There to his right were fifty dead ducks floating and the same to his left were the forty geese. The rattle snake body was withering about in his lap with no head. The bear lay on the ground dead. There in front him, lying on the ground was the deer. The gun had exploded in his arms; the barrel had split in two, half of the barrel flew to the right killing the ducks and the other half flew to the left killing the geese. The trigger guard flew down and beheaded the snake. The butt passed over his shoulder striking the bear in the head killing it. The ram rod, which was left in the barrel causing the explosion, passed straight through the heart of the deer.
Every time he clamored back on the shore from gathering the ducks and geese, he had to empty his waders of all the pan fish that lapped in over the lip of his waders onto the growing pile of fish on the river bank. After gathering the ducks and geese, he crossed the river to admire his prize kill. As he was examining it, he remembered the ram rod realizing that it had passed through the deer. Looking up, he saw a beach tree split in two and another passed it and another. After following the split trees for two miles, he found the ramrod. The ramrod was embedded in the largest oak with five quail skewered on it.
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