Cajun Food

Just hit it in the head!!!!! Just hit it in the head!!!!!, That became a popular saying of the great goose hunter. Monday night while resting from a long day of walking through the woods looking for signs of deer, Joan made some gumbo. That’s right gumbo in Tennessee, and it was excellent. Well Justin and Melvin being from Louisiana had to try it out and see how good the gumbo was.

Justin and Melvin had been out hunting also up at Jays place. Well, I think Melvin was doing the hunting and Justin was checking his eyelids for light leaks. Justin was dreaming of a Dr. Scholls vibrating seat cover. I think if Jay would have had a long enough extension cord there would have been an orange line running through the woods to the great goose hunters chair. Oh,… and I saw that chair the day after you guys left. It was more like a recliner. I have to hand it to you young guys in Louisiana you sure hunt in style. Mark and I were sitting on the leaves and the cold ground, while you’re hunting out of you’re lazy boy. What’s up with that.

Anyway, back to the story. So Melvin and Justin drive up and Marine (the dog) goes ballistic. I think ballistic is putting it lightly. Marine was also thinking of Cajun food but it wasn’t gumbo. Uh…. did I forget to tell you we hadn’t fed the dog yet……just kidding. I’ll have to give Justin credit for about the first 30 seconds. Then he lost his game face.

The night we drove in Mark and I had that same encounter with Marine. It was like he had amnesia. He didn’t remember us from last year but we were lucky enough to have Joan grab marine by the collar and hold him. And when Jay came by he jokingly told us to hit him in the head. And I distinctly remember the great goose hunter (Justin) afterwards telling me to “just hit it in the head”.

So as Justin is trying to fight past marine to get some gumbo, marine isn’t budging and it looks like was getting ready to do some shock-n-awe on Justin. Marine took up a really good position where neither the great goose hunter nor Melvin could get past him or flank him either. As I’m looking through the door Justin is trying to walk up on the porch but marine isn’t letting him advance. Spit and saliva and foam are flying everywhere (not really but it sounds good) and I can hear marine growling and barking while the hair on his spine is standing up. It was cold that night, and with every bark coming out of marines mouth out came steam also. For a minute there, I thought there was a woodpecker in the tree or maybe a squirrel breaking open a hickory nut, but it turned out to be Justins knees. Meanwhile I’m thinking, I’m glad I’m standing in back of marine not in front. Yup this is gonna be better than any WWF show.

Justin looks at me and tries to move forward and marine gets louder and his teeth are working overtime. So I give Justin some helpful info. Dude just hit him in the head, just hit him in the head like you told me to do. The look on Justin’s face was a Kodak moment. It was as if he was sinking in water and instead of throwing out a life vest, I tossed him a brick. His eyes got big and his jaw just about hit the ground. Melvin is walking up and that’s when Justin jumps behind his dad. Smart move dude. I know what you were thinking. I just gotta out run my dad.

So I poke my head out the door and try calm marine down but he is still barking and he even barked at me. But there’s a big difference between me and Justin. I’m in the house already. Haha haha….. So Joan comes out and holds marine while Justin and Melvin run in the house. Just hit it in the head huh. Yeah show me one more time how you do that. I do have a picture of Justin and marine afterwards. Marine had calmed down by the time it was time for them to leave. It’s a good thing though because there was no way Justin could have run. That dude can eat some gumbo. I’ll see if I can upload the picture later.
Oh and there is the matter of the envelope on the license plate. That was classic. Of course Jay did tell me about the lightning storm in his house the night before you guys left. I still can’t figure out how I am going to write about the lightning storm. How about this. “I love going to Tennessee, where I can be myself”. A title like that just calls for pictures. I’ll see if I can pull some “out of the closet”.