The preacher man says it's the end of time
And the Mississippi River she's a-goin' dry
The interest is up and the Stock Market's down
And you only get mugged if you go downtown
I live back in the woods, you see
My woman and the kids, and the dogs, and me
I got a shotgun, a rifle, and a 4-wheel drive
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive...
we can skin a buck; we can run a trotline
And a country boy can survive
- Hank Jr.
Listening to the lyrics of that country song, I often thing that Ol' Hank knows my neighbors. We have really good neighbors. While we have farm animals and grow crops for most of our food, our neighbors hunt, fish, trap for theirs. They truly live off the land. They are accomplished sportsmen. This weekend I saw a big project underway next door, and I walked over to see what was on the agenda. I was greeted by a powerful smell - like black tar or creosote. They had a plastic children's swimming pool and were pouring pails of the black substance into the pool.
For quite some time they were building hoop nets in their barn, attaching netting around fiberglass hoops. Now that they had the nets all built, they were applying a coating to the nets to protect them from rot and the elements. Once they coated all the nets, they stretched them out to allow them to dry.
My neighbors have always done this, but now as they are reaching retirement age, they are stepping up their game and have made more nets to catch plenty of fish to fill their freezers as well as sell to fish markets. They look forward to putting the nets in the water. The catch will be slow at first, but at the end of February and into the Spring, they anticipate filling their boat with fish. They've invited me along, and when I go, I'll be sure to chronicle the outing.
'Cause you can't starve us out and you can't make us run
'Cause we're them old boys raised on shotgun
And we say "grace" and we say "Ma'am"
And if you ain't into that we don't give a damn darn. ;)
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