memory jog
when i was growing up we would collect projectiles for winging
them at rival kids... in the ole neighborhood
one of special choice was big narley acorns,,,man they hurt
getting smacked upside your head.....
so anyways, i had a whole foot locker full of them (reserve ammo)
for an all out war.... hidden in the basement for special occasions.
well one day, an acorn war broke out and it escalated into
a bigger and bigger battle until it was time to break out
special weaponry.... so i open the foot locker that should have
contained a good thousand acorns and discovered that a secret shelf
had been built just underneath the top layer->
and the bottom of the trunk was now Hollow.
immediately! i suspected my carpenter brother
....as only he would have devised such a diabolical plan of espionage and thievery !
the way this went down where only small fish were taken leaving the big one
reminded me of that....and i would follow thru that the person was a fisherman in my mind...........
and was only taking what was the legal limit of fish to have in their possession.
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