One of my best companions was a guy from a small town in Idaho. Of all the people I served with, he was the one I worked the best with and we just flowed with the work perfectly. We were together for 3 months and they were really enjoyable...except for one things: his hunting stories.
They were cool and interesting at first, but there always seemed to be one right after the other. How many hunting stories can a person really have!? All day long, day after day, it was coyote that or deer this. I didn't think it was possible to go hunting that much.
So one day I finally ask him, "Elder, how many deer have you killed in your entire life?" He was daunted by the question and had to think for a moment how many it really was. You can imagine my surprise when he said "Gosh, probably 4 or 5." What!? I looked at him completely flabbergasted and asked in exasperation, "4 or 5! Where the heck do all these hunting stories come from then? How have you killed on 4 or 5 deer!?"
Turns out most of his stories were about coyotes on the farm and where he lived you could only kill 1 deer per season because there were so few. That week I emailed my step-dad who is a big hunter and said where we're from you can kill more than 1 deer per DAY on most occasions. That's a big difference between one part of the US and another.
Not impressed with his low deer count, I started tuning out the hunting stories because who really cares about coyotes? Still love the guy though!
"...a small town in Idaho" Redundancy?
ReplyDeleteThe most impressive thing about this post is that you actually called your comp "Elder". In my mission, we all called each other "Jonesy", in honor of the White Bible.
-LDS Sunday School Teacher
We always called each other by just our last name and never said Elder, I used it here to protect his identify and mine.
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