It’s odd the things that pop in your head sometimes. My family has been hunters and trappers all the way back. My grandpa taught me to hunt and his grandpa him. I figure that in most hunter families you have two ways of hunting the fathers way and the grandpa and grandsons way. Now that’s not what popped into my head. What showed up while that medicaldroid was working on ole Jeb was a song my grandpa used to sing. He said you should always have something in your head. You don’t want to be wondering around with it empty. That’s dangerous. If your heads empty all manner of junk gets in there and distracts you. His solution to this was songs. Grandpa loved old songs especially the ones that had words he didn’t understand. Not made up songs, just old songs of the ancestors with words that he did’t quite grasp. I think this gave him hope for the future.
I don’t want a pickle
I just want to ride on my motor-cicle
And I don’t want a tickle
I’d rather ride on my motor-cicle
And I don’t want to die
I just want to ride on my motor-cy-cle
I’m not quite sure what brought these odd lyrics to mind. I’m not really hungry for a pickle and I have no clue what a motorcycle is. However, I am sure I don’t want to die and grandpa always said everyman can use a good tickle now and then. I should ask Hayseed
if he knows what a motorcycle is. Three wolves
down at least two to go.