by Slim Randles
Dud came in the Mule Barn truck stop all grins. Aha! thought the other members of the world dilemma think tank, Dud’s been up the road in deer camp three days now. We know what that happy look means.
Or maybe not …
“You fellas have GOT to come out to the camp with me and see what I’ve got!” Dud said. “You won’t believe it!”
“Got a nice buck did you, Dud?” said Doc.
“You just have to see for yourself,” he said.
So after another round of refills, the guys went out and got in two cars and headed off to camp. And when they got there, they saw all of Dud’s camping gear stacked neatly, ready to go home, and his camouflage spring-steel-armed ground blind still standing.
Picture an outhouse-sized tent.
“Where’s the deer?” asked Herb.
“Well,” Dud said, “I didn’t get one.”
“So what do you want us to see?”
“The ground blind,” he said. “I can’t figure out how to fold it up and get it back in the bag.”
So Dud got one end and bent the steel inserts, and Doc got on the other end, while Herb and Steve each took a side. After half an hour of engineering arguments and cussing, the offending tent was back in its bag.
When Doc got his breath back, he looked at the others and grinned. “You fellas know I’ve delivered hundreds of babies, but I gotta tell ya, this is the first time I’ve ever had to put one back.”
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