Jerry my buddy from High School had a problem. His parents had three boys but that wasn't enough to get all the work done around the small working ranch/farm his parents owned. To remedy this problem Jerry kind of adopted me as his brother so I could help out with his chores and still have time to actually have some fun in life. The truth is Jerry was admittedly lazy. He was the tallest person on our basketball team but he lacked hustle. He would meander to one end of the court to the other and stand near the basket. When they threw the ball to him he would lay it up and start to meander to the other end hoping that our team would steal the ball so he would only need to go half court. I have endless stories about our adventures but this one for what ever reason stands out today:
It was a cold crisp fall day. My buddy Jerry and I were hiking in to his uncles duck pond for some duck hunting. As we walked along the trail to the pond we started to parallel a small creek. The creek was about four feet wide and was flowing quickly down toward the pond. That's when I noticed the first big salmon that was trying to make it's way up stream. I immediately laid down my gear and went over to the creek to see if I could see more fish. The creek was packed with them! Hundreds of salmon in this narrow creek. I reached in and grabbed one and threw it up on the bank. I looked at Jerry and said we needed to find one bigger. Next thing we knew we were running up and down the creek chasing bigger and bigger fish. When we caught one that was bigger we would throw the other one back. That's when the MONSTER fish swam by. Jerry spotted it and started chasing it downstream. The fish was so big that only half its body was in the water. He was just about to grab it when it swam down a little lip in the creek that dropped about 8 inches. When Jerry stepped off the lip in hot pursuit of the fish he disappeared. Jerry was about 6'3" tall and he was gone, hip waders and all. It would probably have been bad enough just to totally immerse oneself in the cold water of the creek but Jerry unbeknown st to me was also getting a total body massage by about 15-20 salmon that were occupying the deep hole he had just stepped into. The look of terror on his face, and the primal scream that emitted from his throat when he surfaced prompted me to start laughing so hard I almost pissed my pants.
We didn't get any ducks that day. Apparently the sound of loud laughter and primal screams tends to scare them off the pond.
Jerry (Skapti), his cousin Keith (Skeeter), and I had just finished bringing in the last load of hay bails from the field. We stacked the hay in a large pole barn that also had feeding stalls on one side for the cows. Since we were there and it was time to feed the cows we went ahead and threw some hay down for the cows. The cows would stick their heads into individual stalls and eat the hay. One of us got the brilliant idea that it would be fun to jump on the back of the cows when they were feeding and go for a little cow ride. Now you can't argue against a brilliant idea so the next thing we knew we were doing a countdown and all jumping on a cow at the same time. We learned five things very quickly: 1) When you jump on the back of a cow their head goes up quickly and bangs into the 4X6 beam that they have their head under. 2) When a cow bangs their head real hard they get pissed. 3) Cows have a turbo gear in reverse 4) Once free from the constrains of said feeding stall cows are related to Brahma bulls. 5) The landing surface in an area where cows feed and drink is littered with the byproducts of digestion.
We ate dinner in the barn and I've hated the smell of cow piss since then.
Jerry is now an employee of the United States Govt. working as a US Immigration Officer on the border. He tells me it's the perfect job for his lazy bones. But hey, he's happy and enjoying life!