Size matters
Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 10:32 am
I am in Alberta visiting some friends. Brothers Jim and Steve, lifelong buddies. Sitting around with the wives after a wonderful venison roast, we were reminiscing about various hunting trips etc. and one of my favorite stories came up.
I went to high school with Bonnie and she was never the sharpest knife in the drawer, but a nice kind friendly girl, not terribly worldly. My friend Jim married her. She had worked at the post office many years, so was the source and spreader of all the local news.
A few years back, Jim got a moose. A week or so later, one of the neighbors asked if he had got drawn for cow moose in the area. No, I got a bull draw. Well, Bonnie had been telling everyone that he had shot a cow.
So Jim goes home and asks Bonnie, How come you are telling everyone I shot a cow moose It was a bull. And Bonnie looks at him as honest and sincere as the day is long and says. Well you said it was a big mother!
I went to high school with Bonnie and she was never the sharpest knife in the drawer, but a nice kind friendly girl, not terribly worldly. My friend Jim married her. She had worked at the post office many years, so was the source and spreader of all the local news.
A few years back, Jim got a moose. A week or so later, one of the neighbors asked if he had got drawn for cow moose in the area. No, I got a bull draw. Well, Bonnie had been telling everyone that he had shot a cow.
So Jim goes home and asks Bonnie, How come you are telling everyone I shot a cow moose It was a bull. And Bonnie looks at him as honest and sincere as the day is long and says. Well you said it was a big mother!