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i saw the Pope shitting in the woods one day......im going to hell ain't i?

deer hunting in the wilds of the Pennsylvania Pocono mountains. This was a way to unwind, and celebrate the fact that I actually came back from the Korean "Police Action" in one piece.
I had stumbled onto by luck, some sort of deer trail crossing, deep in the woods, near a wide, moss covered dome rock. Each winter, having holed-up there, I had taken a nice big PA white tail buck, using a Winnie, pre 1964, Mod 70,.308 Featherweight, with a Weaver 4 power; this rig was bought with my mustering-out pay.[The foregoing detail is to satisfy the rules about talking "guns"].
Well folks, there I am, holed-up, hanging over the curvature of the dome rock, covered with large piece of burlap, freezing my a$$ off. This had to be the coldest day of the 1954-1955 winter, but it was my Senior year, and I promised myself I was going to get a deer, because, I might never be back to the Poconos, again, after graduation.
After many too many hours, I had neither seen nor heard anything--not even any far away rifle shots that might signal that some deer might be moving in my direction. There was no wind, and complete stillness, as I listened to my own heart beat, and I suddenly thought I heard a voice. I laid there thinking to myself that I had been there too long, and I heard it again. It was too loud to be a mistake, even though the voice was thin and raspy.
I roused myself, tried to get some circulation going in my feet and legs, and slowly began to circle around the dome rock, wider and wider through the woods. The voice was sounding louder, and I tried to go in the right direction. As I approached one of the deer trails, I saw a large tree branch lying on the edge of the trail. The voice seemed to be comming right from that tree branch----"help me----please help me---I am freezing to death". I approached cautiously, and saw that it was not a tree branch. It was a large Eastern Diamondback. At that point, the thought occurred to me that I had better get an appointment at the nearest VA clinic, because my enotional health was in question---snakes do not speak English, at least, not out loud.

I nudged the snake with a long tree branch, and the snake was, indeed, almost frozen stiff. I nudged him with my rifle barrel, ready to fire if he somehow was playing "possum". By that time he was so weak, his voice was only a whisper----"please save me, he said---I am one of G-D's creatures, and I have never harmed a human".
Well, I know you will think I was an complete dunce, but I actually picked up that frozen snake, took him back to the dome rock, started a small fire and thawed him out. When he began to move a little, I gave him some hot coffee from my thermos, and then som heated beef jerky. He said, in an ever-stronger voice, "you saved my life, and I feel good now, but I can't move hardly at all. Would you take me back to the deer trail so my family can find me?" I went to pick him up, and he struck me in my leather-gloved hand. I kicked him away, and readied the rifle. I screamed at him--"You sonofabitch--I picked you up, warmed you up, fed you--saved your life--and this is the way you repay me!!??

And that snake hissed back at me...."You idiot--you knew what I was, when you picked me up!!"

Y'all can write your own moral to the story. I have to go feed my shaggy dog.

nothing like a well spun yarn to get my
brain, what there is left of it) going.

the toilet with a whole roll
of toilet paper, she unrolled it.
I'll be back after pearl diving for
the shreds. Thankful the pot was
unused!! :<))

thanks for enjoying the story of the "Dummy and the Snake".

Sounds like POTUS.
You lost me at: "Well folks, there I am, holed-up, hanging over the curvature of the dome rock, covered with large piece of burlap, freezing my a$$ off."
Senior in College, you was either drinking beer or chasing skirts...LOL

sometimes it was both, at the same time. You must have lost your sense of humor if you did not enjoy the "rest of the story".

I know----too much Bearmeat!!! LOL

I loved the story. Thank you for sharing...

a abandoned house that has been empty since the 40's. Im gonna find the owner of the land and see if he/she will allow me to make a huntin or gun cabin out of it. its very clean inside from what ive seen through the windows. it has no furnishings like chairs tables ect. the outside has a small cemetary upon the hill about 200 feet from the house the oldest grave there is 1882-1957. there are a total of 5 graves. the most recent one is 1927-1929 a childs grave.

Just the stuff you learn in school.

ah if it is i aint scared ive seen some"strange" things in my house so a empty "haunted" cabin is just like home.

1882 is the oldest person buried there and 1929 is the youngest hence newest

Once again you had it ass backwards. You said graves!

the oldest grave there is 1882-1957 which makes her yes her a 75 year old lady. That makes it the oldest grave. The youngest person there is another girl 1927-1929. Which makes it the newest grave. as the child is 2 years old. But i see what your saying samD. Your saying the childs grave is oldest due to being buried in 1929. and the old lady's grave being newest due to being buried in 1957. I go by birth dates thats why i said the 1882 grave is oldest. Hope that helps.

you would have said thet the oldest person buried was 75 years old and the youngest person buried was 2. But you said the oldest grave, which is a hole in the ground was the oldest person and your semantics were wrong.

ok samd

Yes, I remember the Johnny Rivers song, LLE.

was shit coming out of the pope's ass onto my chest,
then ebear interrupted us. Don't worry, ebear, i'll
see you there. Fag.