I guess Joe has taken the weekend off to do what he calls hog hunting. I know Joe likes to think he is capable of doing a lot of things, and I am sure he is, but hunting is not one of them. I would love to hear some stories if some of you have ever had the pleasure of going hunting with Joe. I am going to leave this commit with a thought, the guy to the left was great with animals and we all know how that ended.
Joe didn't hunt until he got to Alabama as far as I know. However, one of my greatest hunting stories/memories does not involve Joe, but his other brothers, Charlie and Paul, and of course Big Frank. I'm roughly 10 years old at the time. We have dropped Charlie off at his stand just off the road and we are walking in the woods along an old logging road. Paul is leading the way and after a few hundred yards of walking gives the fist up halt signal "Nam style". Frank totally ignores Paul until Paul insist that Frank stops, because "Dad stop, I think I hear a deer". Frank looks Paul dead in the eyes and says "Shut the Fuck up Paul" and just keeps going. That was the first time I ever heard the word Fuck and later came to realize that is just every day slang in the Schell household. Needless to say I didn't see shit when I went hunting with the Schell clan.
ReplyDeleteI have another story about an Indy Fiero I just learned about on Joe's last trip to Hartwell. That's another topic I may let him tell though.
ReplyDeleteI can only hope Joe is better in the woods than he is on the Ocean. For those of you who have read our fishing blog it is not an exaggeration, the closest I have ever come to death.
ReplyDeleteSorry not our fishing blog but the post on this blog about our fishing trip. If you haven't go check it out it is near the very begining.
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