A couple of weeks after I got everything moved up to The Hammock, Little Hank and I were in the back room finishing up a wall length loading bench. We had the door closed and were sawing and hammering away. About this time our young preacher, who was from North Carolina, drove up and Cissey asked him in. We did not know he was aboard. We had the screen out of the window so we could throw scraps, etc out. Little Hank looked out the window and saw another wild house cat out by the back fence.
I picked up a customized SKS and cranked off a couple of rounds, just as Cissey was handed the preacher a glass of sweet tea. He about fell over. When he asked her what that was , she just said Hank and I were getting rid of some uninvited guests. Little Hank finished sawing a plank with the electric saw and I was throwing junk out the window. Cissey came to the door and called pretty loud to see if we were finished. I hollered back, yes, and as soon as we cleaned up the mess we'd be out. Little Hank and I caught up with the preacher at the front gate. We had a hard time calming him down. He was convinced we were cutting up a body in the back room! Oh Well..................! It's time to feed the Bulldogs! Best regards, James