They Shoot Outhouses...Don't They?
I was about 12 or thirteen the summer that the rural electric company ran the power line near the old place and Dad paid them extra to get a line run to the main house. Someone in the family help put in the service and a 60 amp fuse box.
We had electric lights and pretty soon someone gave us a big old multi-channel radio. It was in a cabinet about five feet high with about a dozen knobs on it and one big dial that turned a needle under a bezel for a bunch of different bands. We could pick up ship to shore radio traffic, aircraft transmissions in flight somewhere. But, the best was on the A.M. clear channel 650 WSM or maybe WLS in Chicago.
With all these modern conveniences, the folks thought it was time for us to join the 20th century…So, we got indoor plumbing! Yes sirree no more drawing water from the well, no more ice in the water bucket on cold winter mornings. With the wonder of the jet pump and electricity, water will run right out of a spicket. I mean right there in the kitchen.
Progressive folks ain’t never satisfied. Next came the bathroom, an outhouse in the house…No more wasper stings nor black widows to squish. No more barefooted mid-nite strolls on muddy or frozen path. We were in tall cotton as they say.
So, one Saturday morning after breakfast, my older brother and I were fixin’ to go to town to the feed store. As we were mountin’ up the pickup truck I saw Billy Lee had aquired a pretty good lookin’ rifle, it was laying on the truck seat with the muzzle in the floorboard.
I says,”Whatcha got there?”
Billy Lee, “Ought Six.”
Me, “What kind is it?”
BL, “Winchester 95.”
Me, “Betcha a dollar you can’t even hit that outhouse with it!”
BL, “Kid, get your dollar out!”
Well he loads ‘er up and is fixin’ to cut loose, “A dollar and a half says you can’t hit the hinges!” I gig him.
Five shots later, the top hinge is cut loose and the bottom one is about to let go…
Just about that time our Dad came charging out of the back door of the house, “Boys, what in the cat hair y’all shooting at?”
I said, “Nothing much, just that old outhouse. Besides it was Bill doing the shooting.”
Well the old man takes one look at the thing with the door just a barely a hanging, his face is getting’ redder by the second.
I don’t think he was all that mad, just really aggregated. He says,” Boys, y’all done shot the 'mierda casa' to rag dolls, somebody might have wanted to use that just for old time sake!”
Billy Lee tried to state his defense,”Dave bet me a buck and a half I couldn’t hit it!”
Dad just gave us one of those looks and said,”Well, I’d say you sure nuff got that done there Son." Now turning his attention to yours truly, "David, give your brother his dollar and a half, so he can pay for some new hinges at the hardware in town. Your gonna stay here and get that door ready to go back up.”
That kinda put a stop to us shootin’ at any of the 'mierda' around the house…
Su Amigo,
Dave