HI Yall, my name is Bobby Bullen, and before you ask No. I'm his son Little Bobby Bullen. Miz Junie ask me to come talk to yall about bidnezz opurtunties here in Nomocotton. Now, I figured that would be about as boring as listning to Mayor Enoch and Judge Hogston argue about which one of them should be our State Senator, so I figured I would tell yall about the first time my partner CG went deer hunting.

It was back in the winter of 59, that was the year that Nomocotton won the State Single A Football and Basketball titles. Of course CG, me and my brother JT all three played on both teams. It was right after the homecoming game, we beat Celeste 56 to 2, my daddy told us his buddy Hiram couldnt go that year so we could invite a friend if we wanted to.

So we jumped in JT's pick up and drove over to the Lunsford Ranch to ask CG if he wanted to go. I guess I ought to tell ya we grew up with CG and even though he was a little older than us we were pulling jokes on him all the time. He lived with his sister Ling Pau and her husband Wyatt. Anyway CG said we would love to but he he aint never gone before and wasnt sure what to do. Wyatt told us CG could use his rifle but he expected us to make sure he didnt shoot a cow or horse. I dont wanna bad mouth my late brother JT but I could see them gears starting to spin in his head. I knew we was gonna have an intersting trip when JT asked Wyatt "Yes Sir we will do our best but you dont mind if we do a little Snipe hunting do ya?" Ling Pau asked "What a Snipe?" I knew I shouldnt have but couldnt resist saying "Oh Mrs Lunsford they are good eating. A little tricky to catch but well worth the trouble." Wyatt smiled and said "Go ahead boys but dont get carried away. Dont do nuthing that your Dad or that crazy old Hiram he hangs out with would do."

That next morning we left to go hunting. Dad drove us down in his Packard. We sat out in them woods all morning long and didnt even shoot our guns. Come lunch time we hiked back to the cabin and JT started in on CG. He told him that the early afternoon was the perfect time for snipe hunting. We all talked it over and decided CG should be the catcher and me and JT would herd the Snipes towards him. I guess I should have stopped him when JT started telling CG that the catcher had to be nekid cause the Snipes had real good hearing and they would hear his clothes rustling against the bushes. But I didnt, of course I gotta say right now I didnt know that Sister Moore and the First Baptist Womens auxillary was having their annual camp out and baptism that weekend. Anyway, JT talked CG into stripping down to his skivvies and heading for the lake while we herded the Snipes towards him. Of course we didnt really do anything cause everyone knows there aint no such thang as a snipe. We just followed behind him to see what would happen, I dont know who was more shocked when he came out on the lake shore nekid as a jay bird right into the middle of the 1st Baptist Ladies Auxilary Baptismal. Sister Moore started screaming at him and chasing h im around with a boat oar, CG just kept a running around in circles yelling "I'm Sorry Sister Moore, its JT's Fault". She dang near killed that poor boy.

We snuck back to the cabin and waited for CG, and I wanna tell you right now he was about as mad as a grizzly bear when we showed up. It took us all night long to calm him down. The next morning we all went back out to the deer stand and patiently waited for sumptin to show up. About three hours later CG said he saw sumptin moving near the cabin and before we could stop him he fired off that rifle towards the movement. I guess we got off lucky because he Missed Hiram Traywick who had come up there to scare us as a joke, but he hit my Daddy's Packard. Right in the Gas Tank. You wouldnt have thought that one little bullet would have caused that big old car to blow up but it did. Yall come over to the office some time, CG had the steering wheel mounted and has it displayed on his office wall.