Friday, February 3, 2017

Drive - A Memoir 34th Installment

There was all kinds of other things growing that we couldn’t eat or even know what they were. The whole area had gone to rack and ruin over the years and was thick, wild and untamed. The growth was helped along by the Old Man, who turned the water to it flooding the entire area every couple of weeks. We had chopped, hacked and clawed tunnels and trails through the jungle eating berries along the way. The gooseberry was my favorite. It was our sanctuary. But today we were looking for the perfect tree limb we could carve and bend into our rabbit drive clubs.

While we find our sticks, you can elaborate all the details of your magical, mysterious jackrabbit trap and how it makes us money.” Russ told me as he ducked into a jungle tunnel.

         “Okay, as I was saying, we get a huge roll of chicken wire, enough to go around the fence that circles the farmer’s haystack, and then we put in the tunnels.”

         “Tunnels?” Russ was still not able to follow my logic.

         “Yep,” I love a good story. “We cut a piece of chicken wire into a three foot by three foot piece and then roll it into a tube that is three feet long. We cut a hole at the bottom of the fence we have installed around the haystack and wire the tube to the hole so it protrudes toward the haystack. We put in a couple of tubes on every side of the hay yard fence.”

          “I don't get it,” Russ reasoned. “Do the jackrabbits go into the hay yard through the tubes?”

         “Bingo!” I shouted. Here's the magic. In the night jackrabbits go in through the tubes to eat the hay, and in the morning, we show up and climb in the hay yard – with our clubs, of course. We have a dead end fence attached between the haystack and the outer fence so we can herd the jackrabbits around the haystack and up against the end fence where we club them to death, load up our barrel, and are ready to collect out bounty paid by the mink farm. I figure we’ll get eighty or a hundred each night. We’ll make up to ten bucks each day – day after day after day. If we fence two of the hay yards and make twenty bucks – heck, fence ten stacks and make more money than the idiots who rob banks.

         “Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, I have one question!” Russ demanded. “Why would the farmers want us to fence the jackrabbits in their hay yard? And why don't the jackrabbits go out the tube they used to come in?”

          “That's two questions. I'll take the second one first” I said. “Jackrabbits are stupid, unlike us humans. They come to the food thru the tube, immediately forget how and where the entrance is so when we come after

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