Here is another oldie...

[BPHOUND]

Not sure if I posted this one before or not.....

This one is from my wifes family.He people used to kill some awsome bucks.1954

[RAF]

Those are great looking deer. Also appears that the pole is resting on a bunch of lobster traps. I guess it must have been deer season, not lobster season. That wouldn't be your wife sitting on the woman's lap?

[BPHOUND]

Nope my was wasen't born untill 14 more years.It would be her cousin though.How'd a westerner know about lobster traps?

[RAF]

We eat them out here too. Not often though. By the time they get here they rival the price of gold.

I should tell you about a former neighbor who came here from Nova Scotia and has since moved back. I post it a little later today when I have more time. Have to run right now. He was a character though.

[BPHOUND]

Lookin forward to hear about that guy.Private message me about him.Be kinda funny if I knew him!

[RAF]

BPHOUND. Decided to post here. Everyone needs a chuckle.
My former maritime neighbor. Stan moved here about 1975 from Halifax. He was a staunch Catholic and could cuss with the best of them His sister was a nun and he considered going into the priesthood, but then realized he couldn’t get girls, so he passed, married and had 2 fine children.
When he got here he naturally assumed we were all cowboys. He went right out and bought himself a western hat, boots and a lariat. He came over one day and asked if I’d show him how to throw it. After I stopped laughing he realized his mistake. He was good natured and laughed it off.
He did a few things that made us wonder. He went out and bought himself a Newfoundlander and made sure he picked the biggest one in the litter. I think he also picked the dumbest one. One day Stan brought home a boneless ham at lunch time. He wanted his wife to prepare it for supper. When he got home, she presented him with a plate of Macaroni and Cheese. When he quizzed her, she explained the dog walked by, got one sniff of the ham and inhaled it.
There are lots of stories to tell but the best I’ll relate last.
One Sunday afternoon in mid summer I was sitting in my living room watching the tube. It was almost too hot outside. There was a knock at the door. When I answered there stood Stan. First thing he says is do I have a beer. Sure I tell him and invite him in. I go get a couple out of brand new box in the fridge. Stan suggests we go outside. With a cool beer, why not. We start with some small talk and all of a sudden Stan’s headed for the fridge for another beer. I thought, good, saves me the trip. We talk some more and he’s gone again and back with his third. A short time later he’s off for his 4th. Just then there’s a little tapping at the gate. I go open the gate and there’s his wife. Marge is quite short and couldn’t be seen over the fence. In her arms there is this huge caldron looking then that rattled when she walk. She put it down and left. I sat down and Stan was ½ way through his 4th beer. As he got up to get his 5th I asked if he’d mind bringing me one on this trip. He was always quick to oblige and did. Half way through his 6th there was another tapping at the gate. There was Marge carrying this big box which she set down and left. I turned and there was Stan with the garden hose pouring water into that caldron on the BBQ. At this point he announced that his father had sent him a care package from home. A box full of lobster. He asked where I kept the salt so he could bring it out and put it into the water. I said I’d get it but he said it was OK, he had to get a beer anyway. Well that’s the only time I’ve ate lobster till I couldn’t hold anymore. Stan was helpful. When the lobsters were done he’d take them out, break off the tails and claws and pass them out. He save the bodies for himself and he ate them with his fingers. He was thoughtful too. He left a beer for his and my wife. The beer was well worth it that day. The lobster was fantastic.
Stan was a great and generous neighbor. He was always good for a chuckle. He had tons of jokes and did the most fantastic Newfoundland accent. It was a sad day when they moved back to Halifax.