Monday arrived with an inch of snow on the ground. Lucy had gotten up and fixed a pot of oatmeal, fried eggs, bacon and steaming hot coffee. The kids got off to school and Earl and Carl left for Donna’s house to pick up their favorite person…Pete! Earl checked with Pete to make sure he had his gun and shells for huntin and sleepin gear, too.

  It was still early and thankfully Pete was half asleep, so he was quiet most of the way to the cabin. After arriving and before unloading, Earl grabbed his gun and said, “Carl and Pete, let’s get some huntin in while it is still early. The animals will be feedin and some will be gathered around the pond that’s sittin about a half mile away.”

  The guys walked quietly to the pond and to their surprise, came up on a breakfast party of animals. They figured they would each get one shot before the noise scared all of the other animals away. They whispered and decided which animal each one would take down.

  Carl said, “Okay, I will count down from three to one and we shoot after one. Everybody clear? Three, two, one”

  “Kablam, Kapow, boom!” All of the animals fled, except fur the three laying dead on the ground. Carl had gotten a beautiful cat right between the eyes. Earl had brought down a one year old brown bear and just as he walked up to it, it stood up! Earl raised his shotgun and plugged it right in the heart to topple it over for good this time! Pete ran up to his kill and turned over a pretty little deer.

  Earl said, “That was so fast it feels like we was cheatin! Well, let's gut them here and then tote them back to the cabin.” They carefully each cut a slit down the belly of their respective animals, making sure not to perforate the intestines, which would contaminate the meat. The intestines were left on the ground by the pond, as they knew it would feed animals later in the day and they could come back fur round two!

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  Walkin back to the cabin, the guys were a lot more talkative. “That venison is goin to feed those kids and give us some fine skin fur clothes. Kin you show me how to prepare the skin when we git back? I ain’t never done it before.”

  “Sure, Petey, we kin show you,” Carl said. “I’m aimin to fix us a delicious cat stew as soon as we git back, so it will have to wait a good minute. Do you like spicy food?”

  “I sure do. Spicy is a favorite! Say, where do we store the meat while we is up here to keep it safe from anything gittin into it?”

  “We generally cut it up, bag it and then hoist it up into the trees right after a hunt,” Earl said.

  “You will find a big ol rope under the overhang that you can use.”

  “Well alright. But I think I will take me a little nap first and try out your cabin. Why don’t you hoist my deer up while you put yore bear in that tree?” Pete said.

  “I don’t think so, Petey. You are goin to have to take keer of yore own meat and pull yore own weight. You need to help with the cookin and fire-makin and whatever else goes on here,” Earl said, puttin him in his place.

  Pete sighed, “You ain’t bein very hospitable to yore guest, Earl. You got a lot to learn!”

  Earl laughed, “You ain’t my guest, Petey! You invited yourself and this ain’t no tea party! You are plenty welcome to have a huntin party with us, but we ain’t got room fur no guests!”

  Pete was a little embarrassed and said, “I’m goin on a walk till you are done with the axe,” He took off through the woods.

  Carl built and lit the fire and started cuttin up the meat fur lunch. “I’m afraid we are in fur an annoyin time this week with Pete, Pa. He is not my favorite person to be around.”

  “Ha ha ha,” Pa laughed at Carl’s miseries! “I’ve got his number and am goin to have a little fun with him!”