It's Been Along Time Comin'

Well it's been a while since I've done this my last blog post was from 2008. I haven't got much to say...but I found this small piece of paper in the bottom of my closet from years ago it was written by a man who I have grown to Love more and more each day, a man who inspires me daily to become all that I can be...that man is non other than my Father, David Williams. I think it paints a purdy picture of how a simple Country Hic portrays people from the North.

Yankee's Down South

Have you ever asked yourself why in the World was there a war between the North and South? We all wanted live down here and they up there buy they just keep coming down here more and more of um. About five years ago a whole family of um came down here and got kinda friendly with me and my family, wanting to see how and what I grew in my garden. They'd never seen taters dug before, I think they thought they grew on trees like apples or something. Oh, and when I sliced one to show then how french fries were made, they really looked at me funny.

Well the next thing you know, them Yankees wanted to go fishing in my pond. At first they tried fishing my pond like a 9-5 job. Any of you southern folk know when prime fishing is and it ain't banking hours. They came out and fished with all the fancy, pretty lures that I call "tourist lures". Like the worm lure with a hook on each end, one in the middle and the little twirely propeller at the front with red beads. I had a little fun with them one day I was fishing. I'd catch a bass, bring it to the boat and pretend to take it off the hook. I would the let the fish swim away again and again reeling it back in every so often as if to be catching another "new"fish. They started to follow me around the pond. It was kinda difficult for them you see cause I had a trolling motor and them Yankees were paddling. Just about the time they would try and get close enough to see what type of lure I was using I'd move. After a while, I thought the poor guy who was paddling was gonna have a heat stroke so I let um catch me, but before they got close enough, I change lures. I took something out of my tackle box I'd never caught nothing with.

You know, the next time they came fishing, you'd thought they'd bought stock in the company which manufactured that lure. Like I said, I had a little fun with them.

Being the the kind of a southern guy I am, you know, help anybody, do anything for ya, I decided to show them how to tie on a worm and fish it right. Wouldn't you figure it, just this past spring one of them thar Yankees caught a 9Ib. 8oz. bass out of my pond.

Enough is enough, I'm drawing the line, I ain't gonna show em nothing about deer hunting.

Signed Country Hic