Lowbatts
Gold Member
Mrs. O,
Sunday dinners meant the boys, we got to fight over the hatchet at chicken picken time. Usually turned in to a hatchet fight. Yeah, that old doc sewed us up more often than anything else because we rarely got sick.
Winner of the hatchet fight was the one who got to play hunter with the chicken blood squirt gun. Chopper cuts off the head, then runs after everyone trying to get 'em covered before the thing bleeds out. Of course the downside was chopper also had to clean the bird, but that also won points with the dog.
I'm still mystified by the fact, that in every corner of the country I've seen the women almost exclusivley popped the chickens head off wringing while the boys always chose the hatchet.
Sunday dinners meant the boys, we got to fight over the hatchet at chicken picken time. Usually turned in to a hatchet fight. Yeah, that old doc sewed us up more often than anything else because we rarely got sick.
Winner of the hatchet fight was the one who got to play hunter with the chicken blood squirt gun. Chopper cuts off the head, then runs after everyone trying to get 'em covered before the thing bleeds out. Of course the downside was chopper also had to clean the bird, but that also won points with the dog.
I'm still mystified by the fact, that in every corner of the country I've seen the women almost exclusivley popped the chickens head off wringing while the boys always chose the hatchet.