My
Pa was a preacher, one of the biggest preachers in
the state. I remember the day behind yesterday,
Pa was sitting on the porch reading the
Bible.
He told me, he said, son, go
in the backyard and
get the dog and gun and let's
go to hunting. I said,
Pa, I said, today is
Sunday.
You ought to
be somewhere preaching.
He said, go and do what I told you. I go on out
in the backyard, shoulder
the dog and whistle for the gun and go
on down in the woods.
Get out of there and the dog
get
behind something.
Runs the stuff way on across the wood
and run it up a tree.
Me and
Pa gets over there.
Got over there and so many leaves
up the tree we couldn't ski up it.
So
Pa told me, he says, son,
go up the tree and see what it is. I said,
Pa, being she's a little older than I am,
you go up there and
see what it is.
Pa climbs on up the tree and
gets up there and gets on a rotten limb.
Down come
Pa, down
come the limb, and down
comes something else.
It wasn't no coon, it wasn't no possum,
but it's a big grizzly bear.
And me and
Paul didn't have to shift now again.
We was already in high.
And me and
Paul in that bath.
By me being a little younger than
Paul, I get in front of
Paul.
I look back and
Paul in the bath was playing a nip and tuck
game.
What I mean by nip and tuck game, every
time the bath was nipping
Paul,
Paul would tuck in for me.
By
Paul having a little more speed than me,
Paul gets back in front of me.
I called him, I said,
Paul, said, let's have a prayer.
You's a preacher.
He says, son, the prayer's all right in prayer meetings,
but it ain't worth a dime in bad meetings.