Gabby
Petty Officer 2nd Class
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- Mar 12, 2007
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I was born and raised in Ky, and in light of some of the whoppers tales told here some have suggested either all Kentuckians are liars, or all liars are Kentuckians. Neither is correct. Entirely. In truth Kentuckians just appreciate a good story and will let their enthusiasm embellish a bit on hard fact. Therefore, thought Id start a tall tale thread and see what we come up with
You left coasters know how to spin a good yarn?
As told by Charles Aaron, a Russell Springs fisherman, oil distributor and world traveler and repeated by Joe Creason.
This was the coldest winter anybody could remember, and coons were scarce in this part of the country. One day an uncle of mine, who was a great coon hunter, was walking by the Cumberland River, which was frozen solid, when he saw a coon track. He followed that track to a hollow tree that was literally packed with coons.
The tree was too big to chop down, but my uncle had a brainstorm, or at least a pretty good blow. He ran to the house and came back with a bucket of water and a sack of shelled corn. He scattered the corn on the ice of the river around the tree and then covered it all with water.
Next morning he came back and found 99 coons frozen to the ice. Theyd come out of the tree after the corn and the water had frozen their feet to the ice.
Why, the inevitable sucker always bites at this point, dont you just make it an even 100 coons your uncle trapped that way?
Do you think, Aaron would reply, any uncle of mine would tell a lie for one measly little coon?
As told by Charles Aaron, a Russell Springs fisherman, oil distributor and world traveler and repeated by Joe Creason.
This was the coldest winter anybody could remember, and coons were scarce in this part of the country. One day an uncle of mine, who was a great coon hunter, was walking by the Cumberland River, which was frozen solid, when he saw a coon track. He followed that track to a hollow tree that was literally packed with coons.
The tree was too big to chop down, but my uncle had a brainstorm, or at least a pretty good blow. He ran to the house and came back with a bucket of water and a sack of shelled corn. He scattered the corn on the ice of the river around the tree and then covered it all with water.
Next morning he came back and found 99 coons frozen to the ice. Theyd come out of the tree after the corn and the water had frozen their feet to the ice.
Why, the inevitable sucker always bites at this point, dont you just make it an even 100 coons your uncle trapped that way?
Do you think, Aaron would reply, any uncle of mine would tell a lie for one measly little coon?
