Cenizo Journal Winter 2018 | Page 11

Catfish & Wild Hogs OR Did You Know a Pig Could Laugh? It’s huntin’season in West Kerr County And the hunters will all soon be here They’re comin’ to shoot a big ol’ buck Just like they do each and every year. Some come here from the big city And each year there seem to be more But the ones that are comin’ now Should hear the tales of the ones before. Last year a big group came here Like it seems they’ve done forever And they set up a real nice camp On a hill above the Guadalupe River. But every time they went to the blinds Wouldn’t you know as sure as you’re born All of the feeders would be empty The ol’ wild hogs had eaten the corn. Finally they went and caught some catfish Since they didn’t have any meat Cause none of them had shot a deer So they didn’t have anything to eat. The fish were cleaned and put on ice And they were all hungry as can be So all of them went down to the river To break wood from the limbs of a tree. Alone with you in the shed behind the house where your picture hangs I dreamed of our time together And slept it away because There was no alone with you Because there is no shed Behind the house with A picture of you It was just a dream. K.B. Whitley When they got back the camp was wrecked And it looked to be full of big movin’ logs The ice chest was turned upside down And the fish eaten by the ol’ wild hogs. Well they had about all they could take So their old pickup they did load And when they were headed into town All the deer were wavin’ beside the road. So sometimes real late at night When you’re away from the city and the crowd You can hear the deer snicker a little And them ol’ hogs just a laughin’ out loud. Jimmy Counts Cenizo First Quarter 2018 11