|yellow jackets bee"s (standard:adventure, 1818 words)|
|Author: stanley mcqueen kentucky backwoods writer||Added: May 10 2009||Views/Reads: 2576/1388||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
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Yellow Jackets bees" Folks here in Muddy fork all worship at the little goose chapel church house that sets in the hollow not too far from the sawmill , mountain saints has and old custom concerning their faith in the almighty God, as it is written thy shall take up serpents and they shall not harm thee, but paw is not a member of the little good chapel saints and he kills ever copperhead he can strike at with a corn hoe, but my maw she is a saint of the church here, and she believes in handling shakes , My given name is Jake and paw name is frank maw she bears the name of Sara our last name Is Bishop, and I just turned twenty last week, our little hillside farm isn't much to speak of its' so steep and all and rocky , it hard to raise corn on a hard rock paw always declared” It was near that time of year that the pastor of little goose come to our shack and asked me if I could ketch him a mess of copperhead and rattlers for the snake handling service, he told me to get my friend Walter north to help me set shake traps and that he would give me and Walter five dollars for ever snake we brought him, Walter and I were the best shake catchers in these part, and we made a heap of money each year catching a mess of new shakes, we both love that time of the year and knew that it was easy to catch snakes with the good traps we had, all we had to do was bait them with mice and the mice was harder to catch that the shakes, I was scared that maw would get bite some day and die and I tried hard to get her to stop handling shakes, but her faith was strong in the lord, and she has handled more snakes that anyone around , my friend Walter said they had to be some sort of trick to handling shakes , and not getting bite, and that some day he would figure it out somehow, Walter and I leaf off early and set traps along the old bluff that was around history ridge, and put mice in the trap we had caught in paw corn crib, that next morning early we went to the ridge and discovered we had twenty five snakes caught, ten rattlers and fifteen copperheads' this year we had done real good on the number, we had made us fifty dollars each and was happy about that, We took them all in one big tin bucket we had got off of paw that some corn seed had come in year before last, the good preacher paid us and we both thanked him, and we both headed off to the saloon that was located in our little township of Muddy Fork, which was no more than a wide place in the wagon road , it has few crude shack and a small jail house and small boarding house, and the red coon saloon,. And a black smith shop, Walter and I love to drink and every time we made some money it ended up going to the saloon keeper pockets, we enjoyed drinking and laughing and getting drunk, but maw never knew that I drunk and paw never neither, and that was the way I wanted to keep it that way, because of maw being a member of the little goose chapel church, we set and drank to about near dark and tonight was shake handling night at the church and we both got to drunk to think right, Walter wanted me and him to attend the church meeting, us feeling so good and all on the whiskey spirits it seem like a good idea to go and watch the saints handled the shakes we had caught just the night before , Walter and I knew where a big nest of yellow jacket bees were and Walter come up with the idea of capping the nest with a fruit jar and threshing the ground so the bees would fill the jar and that we had found alongside the wagon road that lead to the church house, Walter had a idea in that mind of his , that might make the night's meeting a little more interesting for the two of us to watch from the pine thicket that was just outside the church house, Walter told me that we would let the shake handling get underway and that we would slip up on the porch stoop of the church and roll that jar of bees inside the church and see how the saints would take to yellow jackets joining the nights worship service, we both had mean streaks in us both of us young and mischievous, and drunk making us the more meaner, Walter said he would lose the jar lid just lose enough that when he rolled it inside the door that it would uncap the bees and they would join the folks at little goose chapel church, and Walter wanted to know if the folks could handle bees being loosed in the church , he told me it was an experiment. I being drunken it made the idea seem a good one and why not add a little something to the shake handling service,. It was quiet a walk from the township to the church and we caught ever one of those yellow jacket bees and had nearly a gallon of mad bees in the gallon fruit jar, it was a moonlit night making it better to walk and see our way to the church house , we made it to the thicket and hide and it was not long till folks starting arriving at the church house, wagon and mule teams were parked Click here to read the rest of this story (63 more lines)
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