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Laugh Tracks in the Dust

Ol’ Nevah and I recently took a trip to “Boom Country” in northwest Arkansas to visit some old friends, Mr. and Mrs. P. N. Cilpusher, who own an accounting firm there. It’s gotta be one of the fastest growing places in America. On our trip down, we stopped in Parsons, Kan., to visit with old friends and one of ’em told me a funny ” and true ” story.

Seems this teenage kid and his uncle have a good relationship ” one that includes doing a lot of fishing together and practical joking each other.

They like to fish in the river for big flathead catfish and they use little perch or bluegills for bait. They catch the bait in local ponds and keep them alive in a big metal stock tank on the uncle’s place.

Every day or so the fellers check on the well-being of their live bait and if the fish need fresh water, they bucket in fresh water from a nearby water source, using a bucket with a metal handle.

The kid owes his uncle a payback practical joke and he thinks of a good one to get even. First he places the metal bucket next to a nearby fence with steel posts. The fence is also equipped with an electric fence to keep the livestock in. So the kid carefully wraps a thin wire around the metal bucket handle where it fastens to the bucket and then drapes the other end of the wire across the electric fence. He now has a “hot” bucket.

The next time the pair went to check on their live bait, the kid “just happens” to notice that the fish need some fresh water and asks his unsuspecting uncle to “hand me the bucket.”

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Well, in your mind’s eye you can already “see” the end result. Ol’ Unc leans against a metal fence post, reaches down and wraps his burly hand around the “electrified” metal handle on that bucket ” for about a tenth of a second ” and then lets forth with a hearty “E-e-ouch,” followed by an equally expressive oath toward his ornery nephew, who is convulsing in laughter.

I’d hate to be the nephew waiting for Unc’s next practical joke on him.

Ol’ Nevah and I recently took a trip to “Boom Country” in northwest Arkansas to visit some old friends, Mr. and Mrs. P. N. Cilpusher, who own an accounting firm there. It’s gotta be one of the fastest growing places in America. On our trip down, we stopped in Parsons, Kan., to visit with old friends and one of ’em told me a funny ” and true ” story.

Seems this teenage kid and his uncle have a good relationship ” one that includes doing a lot of fishing together and practical joking each other.

They like to fish in the river for big flathead catfish and they use little perch or bluegills for bait. They catch the bait in local ponds and keep them alive in a big metal stock tank on the uncle’s place.

Every day or so the fellers check on the well-being of their live bait and if the fish need fresh water, they bucket in fresh water from a nearby water source, using a bucket with a metal handle.

The kid owes his uncle a payback practical joke and he thinks of a good one to get even. First he places the metal bucket next to a nearby fence with steel posts. The fence is also equipped with an electric fence to keep the livestock in. So the kid carefully wraps a thin wire around the metal bucket handle where it fastens to the bucket and then drapes the other end of the wire across the electric fence. He now has a “hot” bucket.

The next time the pair went to check on their live bait, the kid “just happens” to notice that the fish need some fresh water and asks his unsuspecting uncle to “hand me the bucket.”

Well, in your mind’s eye you can already “see” the end result. Ol’ Unc leans against a metal fence post, reaches down and wraps his burly hand around the “electrified” metal handle on that bucket ” for about a tenth of a second ” and then lets forth with a hearty “E-e-ouch,” followed by an equally expressive oath toward his ornery nephew, who is convulsing in laughter.

I’d hate to be the nephew waiting for Unc’s next practical joke on him.

Ol’ Nevah and I recently took a trip to “Boom Country” in northwest Arkansas to visit some old friends, Mr. and Mrs. P. N. Cilpusher, who own an accounting firm there. It’s gotta be one of the fastest growing places in America. On our trip down, we stopped in Parsons, Kan., to visit with old friends and one of ’em told me a funny ” and true ” story.

Seems this teenage kid and his uncle have a good relationship ” one that includes doing a lot of fishing together and practical joking each other.

They like to fish in the river for big flathead catfish and they use little perch or bluegills for bait. They catch the bait in local ponds and keep them alive in a big metal stock tank on the uncle’s place.

Every day or so the fellers check on the well-being of their live bait and if the fish need fresh water, they bucket in fresh water from a nearby water source, using a bucket with a metal handle.

The kid owes his uncle a payback practical joke and he thinks of a good one to get even. First he places the metal bucket next to a nearby fence with steel posts. The fence is also equipped with an electric fence to keep the livestock in. So the kid carefully wraps a thin wire around the metal bucket handle where it fastens to the bucket and then drapes the other end of the wire across the electric fence. He now has a “hot” bucket.

The next time the pair went to check on their live bait, the kid “just happens” to notice that the fish need some fresh water and asks his unsuspecting uncle to “hand me the bucket.”

Well, in your mind’s eye you can already “see” the end result. Ol’ Unc leans against a metal fence post, reaches down and wraps his burly hand around the “electrified” metal handle on that bucket ” for about a tenth of a second ” and then lets forth with a hearty “E-e-ouch,” followed by an equally expressive oath toward his ornery nephew, who is convulsing in laughter.

I’d hate to be the nephew waiting for Unc’s next practical joke on him.