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Otay, we'll start this with a little tale. One of my closest friends is Roy, we go back to the mid-60s as kids. Roy is pretty big with the church version of Boy Scouts (Royal Rangers), and, his boy made it up to the equivalent of "Eagle Scout" in their ranks. We called his kid "Shuffle" since he didn't pick his hooves up much when out in the woods. "Shuffle" had a buddy (growing up) that we called "Stomp".
Besides being best of friends, we're ALMOST "kin". Roy's sister married my first cousin. Well... Roy gets a phone call one day from his niece. Being the helpful soul that she is, and knowing Roy wanted a 'coon skin cap... she calls him up to let him know there was a 'coon that'd JUST been killed by a car (blocks from his house). Roy scores himself a nice big buck pelt after he gets done skinning it. (This is spring time).
Mid-summer, Roy's tending to some things alongside of his house and finds a 5-gal. bucket setting on the south side of his house. Seeing that the bucket is bulging, and the lid appears ready to launch... he suddenly gets that "Uh-ohhh" feeling, and remembers his dead 'coon carcass... had gone into that very bucket... and has been sitting out in the direct sun... day after day, week after week, month after month ! He VERY carefully cools down the outside of the bucket with a spray of the garden hose and knows that he's only days away from a camp out with the kids. "The Bucket" finds a spot of honor in the shade for the next few days, and gets a cooling shower on a regular basis.
Being the great kid that "Shuffle" is, he listens up as dad gives him very specific and detailed "handle with care" instructions concerning "The Bucket" as they're loading the gear into the truck for the camping trip.
Once at the meeting point, "Stomp" seeks out "Shuffle" while they're unloading the truck and asks... "What's in the bucket?" "Shuffle", (KNOWING "Stomp" like he does) replies with a casual "Don't open the bucket." NOT being the right answer, "Stomp" repeats himself with "What's in the bucket???" This volley crosses the net a few more times before "Stomp" can't take it any longer... and, (wait for it) you guessed it... reaches for the bucket. "Shuffle"... well, let's say, he switched off "Shuffle" mode and started pickin' 'em up and puttin' 'em down in a big ol' hurry. "Stomp" got the seal broken on the bucket lid and got a GOOD spray of juices under pressure when the lid blew off. "Stomp" was about the only one NOT laughing at that moment... and, since he'd disobeyed the advice of his buddy "Shuffle"... had to help dig a hole to put the carcass in.
If'n yer a brave soul...and figure you're tacticool enough to pull it off (the lid, that is) without getting "the stink" on ya... I'll bet the hogs would go rootin' for that waft of soup's on... even from the covered up hole ya put it in.
Besides being best of friends, we're ALMOST "kin". Roy's sister married my first cousin. Well... Roy gets a phone call one day from his niece. Being the helpful soul that she is, and knowing Roy wanted a 'coon skin cap... she calls him up to let him know there was a 'coon that'd JUST been killed by a car (blocks from his house). Roy scores himself a nice big buck pelt after he gets done skinning it. (This is spring time).
Mid-summer, Roy's tending to some things alongside of his house and finds a 5-gal. bucket setting on the south side of his house. Seeing that the bucket is bulging, and the lid appears ready to launch... he suddenly gets that "Uh-ohhh" feeling, and remembers his dead 'coon carcass... had gone into that very bucket... and has been sitting out in the direct sun... day after day, week after week, month after month ! He VERY carefully cools down the outside of the bucket with a spray of the garden hose and knows that he's only days away from a camp out with the kids. "The Bucket" finds a spot of honor in the shade for the next few days, and gets a cooling shower on a regular basis.
Being the great kid that "Shuffle" is, he listens up as dad gives him very specific and detailed "handle with care" instructions concerning "The Bucket" as they're loading the gear into the truck for the camping trip.
Once at the meeting point, "Stomp" seeks out "Shuffle" while they're unloading the truck and asks... "What's in the bucket?" "Shuffle", (KNOWING "Stomp" like he does) replies with a casual "Don't open the bucket." NOT being the right answer, "Stomp" repeats himself with "What's in the bucket???" This volley crosses the net a few more times before "Stomp" can't take it any longer... and, (wait for it) you guessed it... reaches for the bucket. "Shuffle"... well, let's say, he switched off "Shuffle" mode and started pickin' 'em up and puttin' 'em down in a big ol' hurry. "Stomp" got the seal broken on the bucket lid and got a GOOD spray of juices under pressure when the lid blew off. "Stomp" was about the only one NOT laughing at that moment... and, since he'd disobeyed the advice of his buddy "Shuffle"... had to help dig a hole to put the carcass in.
If'n yer a brave soul...and figure you're tacticool enough to pull it off (the lid, that is) without getting "the stink" on ya... I'll bet the hogs would go rootin' for that waft of soup's on... even from the covered up hole ya put it in.
