Fall blew in this weekend, halloween is just a few weeks away and "prankster" fever is in the air. We had been jeep riding in the woods around Goose all day on Saturday. Everybody was alittle slow from the night before and it was getting dark so we were headed back to the campers and looking forward to a hot camp fire. The wind was howling down Sinks road, the shadows were just beginning to drift thru the ancient oaks and palmetto. Ruby was enjoying a cold natural light and looking for deer along the road when...................................all HELL BROKE LOOSE!
Merritt said when he ran up to Ruby's window her knees went up on the dash, down on the floor, up on the dash, down on the floor, beer was splashing on the windshield, draining off the headliner and cuss words were spewing from her mouth. She had on a bright orange jacket and all we could see was an orange blur leave the passenger seat and nearly oust poor ol Duck out the driver window. The best part was that Deborah and Mark ran right by him and didn't see a thing. I'm kinda glad because Deb got scared later by the campfire and ran over me. I outweigh her by alot (don't get carried away) but that little thing hits like a freight train and I would not have wanted her to hurt Mark.
Ruby was a good sport and posed for a picture with Merritt, she still looked alittle pale.
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