Hahahahaha! Boys!......boys!
Don't you'ins fret none. Why, we's got room enough Fer ya in Cornville, and I got a spare twig stove.
The "town line" to Cornville is about 2 or 3 miles from the house. I'm so lucky to live so close to such a wonderland.
I went to school with a lot of kids from there. They only have an elementary school with just a few grades, then they come here.
They also had the best hunters breakfast in the world. They would empty out the fire station and set up tables. They all had farms, so they would butcher pigs and had plenty of beef, eggs, potatoes...... you name it. There would be pickups and Jeeps everywhere. It was always on the first day of the season. It was just a few dollars and you could round a plate with bacon if you wanted (which is usually what I did). All you could eat of anything. The wives went around with big pitchers if coffee and doughnuts constantly.Good times back then.
My dad's old hunting and woods bumming mentor had a camp out in the Burrill woods. He was a WW2 Navy vet. They called him "Zero", and he drove Jeeps for decades. He is the reason I got into Jeeps. Anyway, he had this camp on a 100 acre lot that straddled the line between Cornville and Canaan. The camp was on the Cornville side and they went up on his taxes. He took an old bulldozer and dragged the camp over onto the Canaan side to lower his taxes on the building. This guy was an unbelievable character. It was a big family, and they all ran that country really hard from after the war up into the 80s. They all had nicknames, and in some cases I never knew their real names. Zero, Bazoo, Long Nose, Pope, Frog, Yella Hat.....
What a bunch of outlaws. They're all mostly gone now. My dad, Yella Hat, and maybe a couple of the kids are left. The old camp is still there but not in the family anymore. Zero only had daughters. I have a nice model 61 Winchester that belonged to one of them boys. The Parker and 1903 Colt did too.
"Oh bother", said Pooh, as he chambered another round.