Never Ever Kick a Bush

This is Isaiah, our 19 year old son. The one who always has a story to tell... always. Just like this one:

Isaiah went hunting with a couple guy buddies and a girl buddy. He brought along our old but happy English Pointer, Cassie. Now she could always point... she was good at that.... even in her twilight years. It was the smelling she wasn't so good at. There is a memorial to this fact out in the fields you may come across when you go hunting. It's a pile of clothes and shoes. You may want a picture for the scrap book!! Anyhow, Isaiah and Cassie are huntin' for pheasants and having a grand ole time when Cassie comes to point. She doesn't flush anything, just points. She doesn't move or wiggle....she just points. Isaiah approaches the spot, still nothing flys. He begins to wonder if it's a rock in the grass and if Cassie has lost all sense. So, he does the wisest thing a teenager can do in this situation ... he kicks the bush of grass. Bad idea Isaiah!!! Suddenly a skunk pops up and immediately sprays him ... oh the commotion of a teen young man having a fit!! What a sight. He immediately stripped, thus the memorial pile still in the field today. You won't find a tshirt in the pile though cause Isaiah didn't want to be completely nude in front of his buddies ... so he did the intelligent thing ~ he put his legs through the t-shirt arms and wore it like a pair of shorts with a hole in the bottom.. which I won't even get into talking about! He ran and ran. For some reason he figured it was Cassie's fault. But as I said... she was just pointing... she never said to kick anything!! Did he learn his lesson? I guess we'll have to find out next time hahahaha.....

~Gini

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