Thought this might be fun. In a trimmed down Peco’s-Bill-style everyone has story or two to tell.
I’ll start the list.
In the summer after my eightth grade, my family moved out of town to a small farm 5 miles outside of Ames, Iowa. Cornfield country.
My father was a bricklayer, but he could make about anything.
Borrowing one of his wood chisels, I started tossing it around like it was a magicians throwing knife. I learned to stick-it into almost anything. Tree. posts, side of the barn, fifty-gallon drums etc. Pretty soon I was hunting with it. Practicing all the time. The whole summer.
I learned to sharpen it on the concrete :to make it pointy again” and everything. Anyhow about a couple days laterl a pack of blackbirds was flying over, landing on the telephone wires. I tossed the chisel and stuck a bird first try.
True Story, believe it on not !!
-- keeping myself entertained ... Humor and fun lubricate the brain