Hey sausage chompers! Isn`t it about time for some...
Chuckwagon`s "That`s The Way It Really, Really, Was... History, The Way It SHOULD Have Been!" ? Yes, yes...allow me to tell you how people came to believe that
turkey was actually served at the first Thanksgiving... instead of the REAL, little-known fowl that REALLY appeared on the plates of those confused pilgrims! Yes, yes.... Err...Uhh... I mean NO, NO, Noooo! It was Not the turkey served to the Pilgrims. No indeed. And only I, WagonChuck TrackRut (History Intransigent Sui Generis Extraordinaire) will soon put an end to this preposterous pagan poppycock!... This baseless, infuriating, balderdash! ... This erroneous, whimsical nonsense!
No, no, no! The commonly prevalent, dim-witted, ordinary and much exaggerated, "gobble-gobble"
turkey was not served to the pilgrims by the Indians... as reported to every third grade child in America! Actually it was the little known, inimitably exquisite, tasty, and elegant blue-billed "Utah Skiing Duck"!
You see, it was my Great-Uncle`s second cousin, Mr. John "Shakey Jack" Blunderbuss, who shot the first Utah Blue Billed Skiing Duck, mistaking it for an elk!
And that`s not all! Upon presenting it to the local Indians, Shakey Jack instantly became somewhat of a celebrity! You see, Shakey Jack was quite near-sighted and for him to shoot
ANYTHING at all, was quite a task! Why, he once shot his wife Maybelline smack-dab in the rump, mistaking it for the
north side of his barn! Consequently, "Shaky Jack" Blunderbuss was dragged to the eye doctor where he was fitted with coke-bottle lenses and to this day, he is honored for preserving the peace with the Indians by introducing the delicious blue-billed
Meleagris gallopavo creature to Chief Wannum Les Bull, who exclaimed... "Anyone who shoots that badly, deserves a break!"
And that`s the way it really, really, was.
Welcome to Wedliny Domowe, `
Sprocket` from
Michigan, `
PARich` from
Marshall Creek, Pennsylvania, `
BassLakeEd` in
Illinois, `
graybeard` in
Columbus, Ohio, `
Big E` in
Illinois, and `
rich71` in
Ohio. It`s nice to have you folks with us. Pour a cup of Arbuckle`s from the pot on the campfire and find a place to sit on that big log over there. Kick yer` boots off... you`re among friends!
Best Wishes,
Chuckwagon