Yankee Justin Hanging Out With Gary McCoy
In case you didn’t pick up on it the minute you saw this photo, this is a real live Yankee. He showed up here at Kiss Country and we can’t make him leave. Course, the only thing a real Southern boy hates to see worse than blue lights flashing behind his pick up is a Yankee with a U-Haul pulling into the house next door. And now there’s one in the office right next to mine.
Just look at him. Looks like he’s either constipated or he just found out what that “Chitlin” I fed him was made of. We call him “Yankee Justin” and he’s not a bad guy, but it’s obvious he’s not from around here.
He wanted to hang out with me last weekend and I told him that it wasn’t a good time for me since I had to do some bush hogging over at the deer lease. Next thing I know, he’s telling everyone in the building that one day he wants to go “Hog Wrangling” with Gary. ”Bush hogging” and “Hog Wrangling”? Definitely NOT the same thing, but it got me to thinking.
So, Yankee Justin wants to learn what it’s like to be a southern boy. This could be kinda fun! Besides putting him on a tractor or in a deer stand with me, what else should I try and teach him?
He’s probably never even seen Levi Garrett, much less had a chew. Maybe he needs to learn the hard way NOT to swallow? Or maybe he needs to learn how to fish around a cypress tree on Cross Lake with a wasp nest the size of a dinner plate in it? I’m thinkin’ he needs to grab a pillow case and head out one night for a little snipe hunting? Wonder if he knows anything about ground hornets or snapping turtles? What else am I gonna have to run our “City Boy” through?
Please take a second and leave me a comment. All ideas are welcome. Might not get to all of them, but as long as our boy won’t die from it, we’ll probably make him give it a try.