Bob Peters
Well-known member
Gobsmacked-overwhelmed with wonder, surprise, or shock : ASTOUNDED
I got a vacation day and of course chasing roosters was right at the top of my list. I loaded up and drove to a public spot I've known about forever but never tried. I took the dirt road and there was a truck in the state parking lot. I continued on, not wanting to horn in on anybody. A ways down the road there's another state parking lot, it was empty, in I went. I was preparing quietly as I could, gun out on top of case, vest on, the whole bit, all I had left to do was let the dogs out and get the e-collars on. I hear an old clunker diesel pickup slow rolling down the road. I look, red with a wooden bed and gates all round. It pulls right into the lot and parks, I figured maybe it was a maintenance vehicle pulling in to do some work on the land. Off goes the engine which had been clattering like an old pair of dentures. Out jumps Johnny on the spot, orange vest and hat on, door flung wide open, dog in the passenger seat. Is your dog out? No I said. I've got two but they're in the truck. He motions the Weimaraner out of his truck and grabs an old shotgun from behind his seat. Turning to walk into the field with his dog, my mouth was agape. Then he turns, and happy as a clam exclaims Merry Christmas! I replied in turn, my internal processor still unable to comprehend the situation. I don't think this guy was being rude, he was just completely oblivious. Never a dull moment....
I got a vacation day and of course chasing roosters was right at the top of my list. I loaded up and drove to a public spot I've known about forever but never tried. I took the dirt road and there was a truck in the state parking lot. I continued on, not wanting to horn in on anybody. A ways down the road there's another state parking lot, it was empty, in I went. I was preparing quietly as I could, gun out on top of case, vest on, the whole bit, all I had left to do was let the dogs out and get the e-collars on. I hear an old clunker diesel pickup slow rolling down the road. I look, red with a wooden bed and gates all round. It pulls right into the lot and parks, I figured maybe it was a maintenance vehicle pulling in to do some work on the land. Off goes the engine which had been clattering like an old pair of dentures. Out jumps Johnny on the spot, orange vest and hat on, door flung wide open, dog in the passenger seat. Is your dog out? No I said. I've got two but they're in the truck. He motions the Weimaraner out of his truck and grabs an old shotgun from behind his seat. Turning to walk into the field with his dog, my mouth was agape. Then he turns, and happy as a clam exclaims Merry Christmas! I replied in turn, my internal processor still unable to comprehend the situation. I don't think this guy was being rude, he was just completely oblivious. Never a dull moment....
