The Adventures of Spit Can Pete
The adventures of Spit Can Pete are known far and wide. Tales of his shenanigans have astounded listening ears for many years.
Now Spit Can loved to fish but, he didn’t fish like most normal fisherman do. He goes way out in the middle of the lake with a box full of dynamite, he lights a stick, throws it way out, and when it explodes old Spit Can just goes around with a net and scoops them up. He always figured it was much easier than sitting there all day waiting for a bite. Always had pretty good luck to, and the variety was astounding.
One day old Spit Can was out on the lake fishing, and doing very well I might add, when a Ranger pulled up next to his boat. Well, the Ranger knew Spit Can very well from his growing up days. It seems that the Ranger’s dad and Spit Can were very good friends. The Ranger told Spit Can, he said,
“Spit Can, don’t you know that it’s illegal to fish that way”.
Well Spit Can didn’t know what the Ranger was talking about. He had fished like this for years, even with the Ranger’s dad.
Well Hank, “said Spit Can kinda jokingly”, Hank was the Ranger’s name. Spit Can said, “why your dad and me used to fish like this before you were even born. Hell, it was your dad that got me into it.”.
The Ranger really didn’t know what to say to that but he had to stop Spit Can from fishing with dynamite.
The Ranger looked at Spit Can and said “Spit Can, if you continue to fish this way I will have no choice but to arrest you and take you in. I really don’t want to have to do that.
Well, Spit Can gave the Ranger a big old smile, lit up a stick of Dynamite, handed it to the Ranger and said, “Hank, are we gonna talk or are we gonna fish”.
Needless to say, old Hank did some pretty good fishing that day.
Spit Can, in his much younger and much wilder days used to love to do crazy things. He had been building his own Airplane. He had it completely done except for one minor detail. No wings. The wing’s were down the river at another shop and he had no way to haul them there. So Spit Can came up with a brilliant plan. Since he lived on the river and the wings were just down the river, he would put the plane in the water and float it down to get the wing’s.
The neighbors all came out that day for the spectacle. As they slipped the little Airplane into the water Spit can held his breath. When the Plane began to float everyone was excited. They tied it to a boat and slowly towed it down river to the other shop. The plan really was brilliant. He was able to get the wing’s on and the plane was ready to fly.
As soon as everything had been cleared and the plane was ready to fly, Spit Can took to the skies. When he was flying he felt free as a bird.
Well now, Spit Can decided to have himself some fun. He was flying right above the Kanawa river and was approaching a bridge where lots of cars and trucks were crossing over and decided to do a few loops around the bridge. Round and round and round he went. He was having the time of his life.
As soon as Spit Can landed the Plane and shut off the engine here come the police. As the Officer walked up Spit Can said,”hey John you want to go flying”?
“Well sure” John replied with excitement in his voice. John had never flown before.
Spit Can and John climbed into the little plane. Spit Can started up the engine and before long they were in the air.
John said” by the way Spit Can, I have to talk to you about those loops you were doing around that bridge. People were complaining. They’re afraid you are going to crash into the bridge".
Well all of a sudden the plane starts a nose dive. The plane continues to go down and John looked over at Spit Can and asked,” Spit Can, whats going on”?
Spit Can, with a smug look on his face said,’ are you gonna talk or are you gonna fly?”
Pete was his own man. Never married and hardly ever dated. Loved building things, loved working with his hands and just being Spit Can.
During prohibition Spit Can was running moonshine for a living. Not only did he have a fast car but he had a very fast boat as well. No one, absolutely no one could catch him.
One day while running shine up river a very fast speed boat fell in behind him. It was the revenuers and they meant business. As they raced up river the revenuers were having a very hard time keeping up. As they began to close in Spit Cup turned into a smaller river. As he dodged the rocks that were sticking up out of the water he never slowed down. He swerved back and for dodging rocks, trees and whatever else was sticking up from the water.
Now Spit Can was not up a river without a paddle. He knew this river like the back of his hand. He knew how to get around and miss everything. He looked back just in time to see the revenuers boat hit rocks and fly apart.
As he chuckled his evil little laugh and yelled back,’ you fellas coming to get me or are you just going to lie there.
Now Spit Can went on to finish running shine till prohibition was over. But he’ll never forget the day that two revenuers crashed their boat and was left stranded in the middle of no where.
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