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Uncle Fossill Catches A Catamount!

Story ID:8024
Written by:bobby o'neill mitchum (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:Fiction
Location:Phenix City Alabama U.S.A.
Year:212
Person:Self
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My Uncle Fossill lives up in Podunk Tennesee,away back in the Great Mountains in a small log cabin,it is,according to our standards,a very primitive little house.
At any rate,Uncle Fossill does a lot of hunting to supplement his rather meager income earned by selling his well known "special brew" the recipe which has been handed down for geneations by word of mouth has never been replicated by any one else.One day while I was visiting him,he asked if i would interested in helping him hunt down a catamount,not really knowing what a catamount was,i readily agreed to go with him,we walked and we walked for hours it seems untill Uncle Fossill finally said "looka here Boy! heres tha dadburned trail richeer!"(my uncl fosill has always called me Boy)I looked at the "trail" and saw one of the largest cat paw prints that I had ever seen imprinted in the hardened mud."Ima gonna go git that thar critter" said Uncle Fossill,Uncle Fossill,I said,Uncle Fossill we are going to need bigger guns!"Naw Boy,we'uns is agonna brang this'un back alive and git thet thar bounty! said Unce Fossill.
Saying that,Uncle Fossill disappeared into the heavy brush,I heard a lot of catterwauling,yelling and cussing coming out of the brush and I shouted to Uncle Fossill if he wanted me to come in and help him catch the Catamount!
Uncle Fossill,I screamed,do you want me to come help you catch that thing!?
NAW BOY,screamed back Uncle Fossill,I WANT YEW TO COME IN HERE AN HELP ME TARN IT LOOSE!!!
The End.
Bob Mitchum :)