On the lighter side . . . We played games like this when I was a kid down in Arkansas. In this case, the kid was Robert Lee Davis, my next door neighbor. And, yes, that’s the way we talked way back then; it’s a wonder I was able to drop the dialect! We played most of the time, but there were those moments when someone felt put down just a little too hard, especially when playing (not me! ) the dirty dozens! I hope you got a little chuckle—
Sharp, Art, Sharp! Course, our weapons were hatchets and double-bitted axes and sharpened splitting wedges — the targets were innocent trees healing their wounds with sap called forth by saps. Totally loved those put-down, insult, one-up games — but, they’re a bit more dangerous to play today — Like: yo mama wears army boots and that other guys is so ugly the tears run backwards to keep from going down her face ad yo daddy might beat my daddy, in the bathroom! enjoyed those games so much!!
Buried a question for you in another poem to keep it (for the nonce) from prying eyes… Enjoy, roy
We used to have BB gun fights. Those things hurt when they hit you. Can you even imagine doing that these days? They would put you in jail, put your parents in jail, put the dog in jail….
Ida
I’m not likely to be hunting with the VP. I don’t hunt but I am a great shot and seldom miss what I shoot at,
targets and such (and my brothers) with the BB guns.
Ida
I had a real .22 before I was 18, it just never entered my mind that I could even think of shooting someone. Oh, well, how the times have changed . . .
At least the VP doesn’t invite Democrats along! Just imagine Ann Coulter sponsoring an all expense paid hunting expedition, with a truck load of liberal Democrats and the VP, heavily armed with a phalanx Gatlin gun! No quorum in the House and Senate!
A real .22 — good think not aim at anything but a target… but makes me remember how it itches to get over the itching of a 12-guage packed with rock-salt… roy
Comments (9)
August 6th, 2008 at 2:02 pm
On the lighter side . . .
We played games like this when I was a kid down in Arkansas. In this case, the kid was Robert Lee Davis, my next door neighbor. And, yes, that’s the way we talked way back then; it’s a wonder I was able to drop the dialect! 
We played most of the time, but there were those moments when someone felt put down just a little too hard, especially when playing (not me! 
) the dirty dozens! I hope you got a little chuckle—
art
August 6th, 2008 at 3:41 pm
Sharp, Art, Sharp! Course, our weapons were hatchets and double-bitted axes and sharpened splitting wedges — the targets were innocent trees healing their wounds with sap called forth by saps. Totally loved those put-down, insult, one-up games — but, they’re a bit more dangerous to play today — Like: yo mama wears army boots and that other guys is so ugly the tears run backwards to keep from going down her face ad yo daddy might beat my daddy, in the bathroom! enjoyed those games so much!!
Buried a question for you in another poem to keep it (for the nonce) from prying eyes…
Enjoy, roy
August 6th, 2008 at 7:48 pm
We used to have BB gun fights. Those things hurt when they hit you. Can you even imagine doing that these days? They would put you in jail, put your parents in jail, put the dog in jail….
Ida
August 6th, 2008 at 7:51 pm
but, Ida — only if you’re not duck hunting with the vp…
August 6th, 2008 at 8:46 pm
I’m not likely to be hunting with the VP. I don’t hunt but I am a great shot and seldom miss what I shoot at,
targets and such (and my brothers) with the BB guns.
Ida
August 6th, 2008 at 8:55 pm
I had a real .22 before I was 18, it just never entered my mind that I could even think of shooting someone. Oh, well, how the times have changed . . .
art
August 6th, 2008 at 9:07 pm
At least the VP doesn’t invite Democrats along!
Just imagine Ann Coulter sponsoring an all expense paid hunting expedition, with a truck load of liberal Democrats and the VP, heavily armed with a phalanx Gatlin gun! No quorum in the House and Senate! 
art
August 7th, 2008 at 4:36 am
A real .22 — good think not aim at anything but a target… but makes me remember how it itches to get over the itching of a 12-guage packed with rock-salt… roy
August 7th, 2008 at 7:38 am
Yikes!
art