oldforester
10-16-2008, 07:50 PM
A couple of years back, a friend invited me to come over and hunt a few days at his deer camp. I left early one cold morning and arrived about 4 O'Clock. I quietly walked through the camp house among the snoring hunters.The boys had been up late no doubt, Playing Poker, Lying and reminiscing. I could hear the cook puttering around in the kitchen and went back there. After being greeted and getting a cup of coffee I sat back to enjoy the atmosphere, Bacon and sausage frying and the ancient gas stove, flour scattered all over the place and just enough dirt on the floor to make it comfortable. The cook didn't have a shirt on and was a big ol boy with a beer gut, like me. He was kneading a ball of biscuit dough about as big as my head, I then observed that he would pinch off a ball of dought the size of a goose egg and mash it flat in his big hairy arm pit. The hair on his arm and side was full of biscuit dough. I didn't say anything as I was a guest. I would have scolded him severely for this disgusting practice if I was a member here, but I just kept quiet. He said, "how many eggs you want"? He gave me 3 over easy, I got a wad of bacon, some sausage and fig preserves and started eating. In a few minutes ol bubba the cook pulled out a big pan of the purtiest cat head biscuits you ever saw, brought them over and said "get ya some of these". I politely declined,and he seemed hurt. "Whats the matter" he asked, "these are gooood". "I don't doubt it" I replied, "but I was a bit turned off by the way you mashed em out in your armpit". "Well", says Bubba, "if you don't like the way I makes my bisquits, you shore wouldn't like the way I makes my donuts"!!!!