A New Kind of Hunter

When we was all growin' up there were a kinda unwrote-down law what said hunting with guns or bows and arrows were good. Hunting with clubs or baseball bats were not good. Most all of us followed the rule. Hemmel Bladderworth, unemployed factory man, broke it in full fashion t'other day. A old farmer down the road, name of Wiggins, started raising gooses on his land. Well you know you can't keep no birds from running around on you somewhat, and some of his gooses got out and was crossing the road, I reckon to get to a neighbor's pond. Exploring, don't you know. And here come Hemmel in his '92 GMC with that little rear seat behind the main seat. I were watching and seen he had room to miss 'em. But he didn't miss 'em. He, on purpose, run into one of 'em, screeched to a stop, got out and picked up his road kill, and throwed it in the back. That night we got a phone call from Hemmel. He wanted to talk to Dorothy. When I asked her what he wanted, she said he asked her if she had any good goose recipes. She said she didn't but told him the only goose she knowed about being cooked were in The Christmas Carol. So I asked Dorothy if that book had a recipe in it and she said it did not, but it wouldn't hurt Hemmel to read something besides them comic books he reads while swinging in that hammock on his front porch.