A Pre Duck Dynasty Tale

Hello folks, let’s chat…We did the neatest thing over the holidays.  It’s something I wished I would’ve done with some of our other relatives while we had the opportunity, but live and learn, that’s my motto.

As my daughter-in-law and I began clearing the gumbo dishes that evening, my husband and son started asking my father-in-law questions designed to get him into storytelling mode. For the record, this is about as difficult as getting a sermon from a preacher. If you’re waiting on them, you’re backing up.

Like so many southerners, Grandbuzzy is a natural born story-teller. He had already warmed up his audience by the time I returned and started setting up my video cam to capture the show! He watched me with great interest but he didn’t pause, at least, not until I began pinning a small microphone to the greenery on the table runner.

“Who are you with?” he asked. “The NSA?”

I assured him I wasn’t and he could continue, but he really didn’t need to be prompted. Once Grandbuzzy primes the pump, stories flow effortlessly.

One of my personal favorites was him telling about the time he and a couple friends were flying around in his small plane scouting for deer. Do note they weren’t going to shoot them out of the plane– that’s illegal. This was more about looking for signs and promising trails. During their flight, however, they noticed a small pond full of ducks. Well, now, it was duck season, too. The hunters swapped targets faster than quick. They landed that plane a good ways off and began making their way towards the ducks.

Once they snuck up close enough, they dropped down and belly crawled the last hundred or so yards until they were at the water’s edge. Grandbuzzy said he and his friends had gotten their feet under them in the brush and were just about to stand up and fire away when they heard a voice say, “Hey, y’all aren’t gonna shoot my decoys–  are you?”

Hugs, Shellie

P.S. You may notice that your newsletter isn’t quite as long this week. I realize that some people will love this and others won’t. I’m sorry for those in the second group but one of my deepest desires here at All Things Southern is to keep this thing devoted to the Lord and listen for direction. As we move into 2014, I feel like I’ve made some quality decisions in direct response to His leading.