The Clearwater Monster (http://www.sptimes.com/2006/06/24/Floridian/Man__not_beast.shtml) 8)
Good story Furb. But, I still believe in the Dungarvin hooper. Yes sir re. That yellin in the middle of the night would scare the daylights outta any one. :D
I enjoyed the story too :D :D For some reason it reminded me of how much fun you could have with a 'bullroarer" on a still moonlit night ;D Who all has used one of those? ;)
Noble, would that be like a "wildcat whistle", I have heard the oldtimers talk about them. Never did know how to make one.
good story. you know they are always seeing ufo's over ther for some reason too.
Usta make and use bullroarers when I'se a kid; simpler times; were expected to entertain ourselves (when we weren't chopping cotton). Also played with "hoop and staff" and spent a lot of time rolling old car tires around.......................
Bill, I'm not sure if it's the same. Probably so, they will get every dog in the countryside to howling and are said to call in wildcats, but I don't know about that.
You get a thin piece of wood about 4"X 20" and fasten it to a pole with about 4 ft of cord. You get to swinging the pole around and the thin strip will get to roaring ;D
Thurlow, I wouldn't mind rolling a hoop around a little, but the hoops are hard to find and so are 'prince albert' cans :( guess I'll just watch the rube ::)
For a minute, Bro Noble, I thought you were talking about a dumb bull, but obviously ya wern't. Anybody every play the dumb bull?
I haven't played a Dumb Bull, but my Dad and Uncles run off bout all the livestock round here a time or two. The last time they played the thing and the horses tore out of the lot, Granddad threatened life and limb and he wern't joking
So I'll bite...what's the "Dumb Bull" all about? :P
Now ya'll don't tell me nobody outside East Texas knows what a Dumb Bull is????
Sure do: dog food! ;)
A dumb bull Is a male calf out of one of Bro. Noble's stoopid cows.
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Br. Noble I seen Crocodile Dundee make a phone call with one of those :) Seen that wright here on the picture shower machine . Yes sir I did . ;D
I saw him do that too. I think he must have been a local boy, cause he used various fishing methods that used to be used around here. Gigging still is, except they just call it fishing in the winter. If they talk about fishing in the spring, they mean grabbing :D
Got one of the worst beatins of my life on account of a bull roarer. After dark one night,coupla us boys took an old piece of wood shingle,tied a piece of beeswaxed nylon string to it ,threaded the string through a tiny hole in the center of a piece of old hide stretched over a nail keg,and fastened to a nail on the outsise of the bottom. WE then proceded to install the shingle under theedge of a piece of weatherboarding on a nearby tennant farmers house. Backed up till the string was tight,really tight,,,,then "Pluck" you never heard such a sound,or saw wimmen and chillins running and squawlin. Aw it was such fun,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,that is till Daddy found out "bout it at the store several days later,an remembered seeing me wif the lump of beeswax.
I never had a chance......................... 'course it sure was fun
I dunno about you fellers, quite a bunch of bad pups on here. No wonder ya'all got a whip'n once in awhile. Reminds me of the Apple Dumpling Gang. Why don't they have good comedy like that any longer? Where did it go? Seems stuff fell apart after the 70's. :D :D
I have heard several stories about dumb bulls and would love to make one. I have always heard that if it was a good one and the leather string was pulled just right that it would make grown men cry like babies. :D :D
I can't seem to find a good description for making one out of common materials. All the oldtimers talked of using a hollow log or a nail keg covered with a tanned deer hide or cow skin. sure would love to have one though. ;) ;D
Dail,
My Aunt Mattie, Grandmom's sister, used to tell us stories on the front porch. Usually the were ghost stories or stories that made your hair stand on end and little boys have insomnia. But, one of them was about her brother and some of the other boys who made a bull roarer from a can and string and placed themselve at the creek ford, just off in the woods.
There were no automobiles then and the postman rode a horse, or sometimes drove a carriage. The boys waited until he was in the creek and stroked that bull roarer. It sounded like a panther ("panter") and the postman's horse lit out like his tail was on fire. Later that day, the boys had to deal with my Great-Grandfather, Jeptha Hughes, who was none too please at what they had done.
By reading between the lines a little, I associate this with other stories. I'm sure my Great-Grandfather was laughing inside and having the hardest time being an authoritarian. He was known for his practical jokes.
One time a man road up in a carriage and found Jeptha at the gate to the house. He asked him if he knew Jeptha Hughes. "Yep", said Jeptha. "Would you tell me how to get to his house?"
Great-Grandaddy gave him instructions that took him for a long journey through the woods. See, all the roads were dirt then and mostly trails. Some followed game trails and some folled cattle trails and some were honest to goodness roads, what we would call a two-track today.
Later that day, the man returned to Jeptha's house and asked him again for instructions to the house because he must've taken a wrong turn somewhere. Great-Granddaddy then told him "You've found it. I'm Jeptha Hughes and this is my house. You found it just fine."
Somehow, I feel that Uncle Willis' bull roarer probably gave him quite a chuckle.