#1: My uncles knew an old coal miner upstate (PA) who used to pay a kid to wear his new hunting boots every day for two weeks before deer season started, so they'd be broken in and comfy when he put them on on opening day.
#2: When teenagers, same uncles brought in a passel of squirrels to their aunt after a day's hunt. They'd skinned and gutted the critters and asked my great-aunt to bake them up like chicken. An hour or so later the boys came down to feast and found a platter of fully-cooked squirrels with furry paws (back & front) still intact. Did I mention this
wasn't the Boone family?
