“I ‘spect this would be a
good day for us to go squirrel huntin’, Little John, whata you think?” Inquired
Mr. A.
“Hey, I’d like that. Let me
run across to the house here and tell Mom where we’re goin’ and I’ll get my .22
and some ammo. I’ll be right back.” Said Little John. So, off he ran. He was back
in a little bit carrying his old .22.
“Mom said I could go and
she’s a plannin’ on squirrel for supper.” Little John
laughed.
So, off across the field
they went, Old Bernie, Little John’s dog, running ahead of them. Seems he knew
he would be needed to tree and then retrieve the squirrels that Little John
brought down with that .22.
“He’s treed one, Mr.
A. Let’s see where he is. I can hear him
barkin’ so he can’t be too far over this way.”
Slowly, making their way
toward the sound of Old Bernie’s barking, they soon spotted Old Bernie at the
bottom of a big old oak tree looking up at a Big Red.
“Hey, he’s a fine ‘en,
looks like, Little John. I’ll go around to the far side of the tree and see if I
can coax that old squirrel over to this side. Then you see if you can get a good
bead on him. Remember, your mom don’t like it if the squirrel is tore up so try
to hit him right smack in the head.”
Mr. A. crept around to the
side of the tree and with Old Bernie still barking up a storm, the Big Red
Squirrel came around so Little John could see him.
“I got him in my sites, Mr.
A., now you get back outta my way. I can already taste this old
squirrel.”
So, with Bernie barking and
the squirrel confused about which way to go, Little John took careful aim. BAM!
Down the side of the tree Old Red Squirrel fell.
Mr. A. and Little John
walked up to see how bad the damage from the shot was. Meanwhile, Old Bernie is standing guard just
in case that squirrel dared to move. Leaning over for a closer look, Little John
looked at Mr. A and said,
“Hey, I did good. I don’t
see a mark on him. I done barked a squirrel! First time I ever done that Mr. A.
Wait ‘till I tell dad about this.” So,
Little John picked up that Old Red Squirrel by the tail.
“I’m gonna take this ‘en
back to the house right now, Mr. A. I
wanna show Mom what I done. She ain’t gonna believe it ‘till she sees him and
she may not believe it then!”
I have to admit when John
told me he barked a squirrel, I was a bit confused. So, he explained.
“Barking a squirrel means
the squirrel is hanging on the side of a tree with his head pretty close to the
tree trunk. What you want to do is take aim at his head so as not to damage the
body. If you aim at his head and the
bullet goes just under the squirrel’s neck, it kills the squirrel and doesn’t
leave a mark”
“Yea, right, and I got some
swamp land in Arizona I’d like to sell you”, I said, laughing. So, as I often
do, I googled “barking a squirrel” and I discovered my husband did know what he
was talking about. It doesn’t happen
often, but it does happen.
This is the way with sin. A
person thinks he has gotten away with sinning because it isn’t visible. So, he
continues to go down the path enjoying the sins he has committed. But, one day,
there will be a reckoning for that individual because even though others may not
see the sin , God sees it.
“For the wages of sin is
death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.”
Romans 6”23 KJV
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