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| Story ID: | 2333 |
| Written by: | Donald L. Jones (bio, contact, other stories) |
| Story type: | Family Memories |
| Writers Conference: | $500 2007 Family Memories Writing Project |
| Location: | Mc Minnville Tennessee USA |
| Year: | 1957 |
| Person: | Donald Jones |
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Barbershop Lies By Donald Jones Parents teach their kids that lying is the worse thing they can do. It came as a shock to me one day that some lying was not only acceptable but that there was an art to it while at the barbershop when I was 15. I did not know that my dad could lie so well until it was my turn to take the chair. The men were all sitting around telling different stories to pass the time until the chair was empty. Most of the stories were about hunting and usually interesting and entertaining. Then my dad started telling about this bird dog he owned and used to take hunting with him. Now this struck me a little strange sense I knew we never had any such dog. “I used to have this bird dog named Old Blue, and he was the best hunting dog I ever had. Old Blue was the best pointer I ever seen. And it was a tragedy the day I lost him out hunting a few years ago. We had been hunting out near Short Mountain where we knew there were several coveys of quail. We set the dogs out. My hunting partner James Childress was on my left and signaled his dog was on point. He went in to flush them out and the dog held his point as the birds came up. He got off a few shots and hit several birds. His dog went in and brought them out to him. But Old Blue was nowhere to be seen. We called for him and he never came. We searched everywhere. Finally at the end of the day we gave up. The next year we went back to that field hunting rabbits and I came up on a covey of bird skeletons all sitting in one place and just a few feet away was the skeleton of Old Blue still on point. He never broke his point and held those birds till they died.” Most likely Dad embellished that story, with more then what I remember, but when he finished the whole place went into laughter. It took me a few seconds to realize that my dad was pulling everyone’s leg. I discovered that there was a lighter side to my dad. He wasn’t just a disciplinarian and parent, but he was quit an accomplished teller of tales. |
