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The Trouble With Elk |
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To keep things in proper perspective, it pays to |
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have a sense of humor when you bowhunt for bulls. |
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by Lionel Atwill |
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It was 5:00 in the morning, an hour before first light. George's alarm clock had woken everyone but George at 4:00; now he was up, whipping eggs and mixing biscuit dough. From a sleeping bag covered by boots and soggy clothes, a deep, resonant voice asked, "George, you ever brush yourself?"
"Huh?" replied George.
"Brush yourself. Like a horse. When you get dirty and can't take a shower, you can brush yourself. Here, you want to use my brush?" A hand holding a brush emerged from the basso-voiced bag.
"Don't have time to brush now. Gotta finish these biscuits," said George.
A titter escaped from a pile of damp camo in the corner of the tent. Then, in a mocking register two octaves lower than the first deep voice, the damp camo said, "Hey George, you want to borrow my brush? Anybody want to bruuuuussssh doooowwwwn?"
George giggled; I groaned. The first deep voice said, "Heh, heh, heh . . . this is ready great." |
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