Frankly funny story...
Blog Posted:1/10/2014 2:13:00 PM
Ok, like Cyndi said, we are missing Frank's humor right now so here's a goofy little story for you. Not clever, or all that funny really...but if you'd seen it, you'd have never forgotten.
So most of you have read stories of mine involving my brother, Micah, and I (usually hunting), but I have a younger brother also. His name is Jordan. We share ten acres, on which we raise animals.(It's not a business, but we do sell the pigs we don't need...and by need, I mean the ones we don't use for meat or breeding) As of now we have over 120 chickens, 10 ducks, 3 turkeys, 6 or 7 geese, 2 goats, 9 pigs, and one old, cranky mule named Lester. No, we don't need a mule. We just took him a year ago from someone who was giving him away ... now I see why they didn't want him. He's a real jerk. Anyway, last April, Lester knocked down the fence to the pen where we keep Hairy Larry, a 400 lb boar we use to breed our sows, Wilma and Sugar-Butt (don't ask). I received a call at 3:10 pm that day from the sheriff department informing me that Hairy Larry was raising hell at the school crossing. I'm not kidding, people. We're that country. Being a small town, the cops knew exactly who's pig he was and since our ten acres is only 3 miles outside of town, Hairy Larry had no trouble getting there. I was at work so I called Jordan and he met me there with our pig trailer. Lucky for us, Wilma and Sugar-Butt, had stayed put. Lester, who had escaped his own enclosure before loosing Hairy Larry, showed back up late that evening. I was hoping he wouldn't come back. Anyway, we were met at the school crossing with angry cops, gawking pedestrians, and high school kids snapping off pictures with i-phones. Hairy Larry had decided to plant his 400 lb butt right in the middle of main street, and nobody would come near him. In truth, he was scared and surrounded by people. He didn't know what to do so he just stayed put. Normally, he would load right into the trailer for us, but not this day. We couldn't even lure him in with sour corn. So, in the end, I did the only thing I could to get him in the trailer....I sang to him. Hairy Larry will follow me anywhere when I sing, because I sing when I feed him...probably not because I have the voice of an angel...haha, though, I can carry a tune. Was I embarrased? Yes. Were crowds of high school kids giggling and gawkers gawking? Yes. Did Hairy Larry load his fat butt into the trailer? Why, yes, he surely did.