Delw
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Was cleaning out my harddrive and found this, I started cracking up. I forgot all about the greeks until I read this post. I am betting most don't remember who wrote it
The Greek and Country Lady decide to try hunting for the first time after moving to Wyoming from Arizona.
Being experts on the Kaibab and Arizona strip, even though they only shot one doe mule deer there (supposedly, we're still waiting for the pictures) they figure elk should be a snap.
Opening morning at 8:00 a.m. the stillness of the mobile home air in Hanna Wyoming is shattered by the cheap alarm clock.
"Shut if off!" bellows the Greek. "Shut up" says country lady, "and take off those stockings and the wee-wee thingy"
"Why do we have to get out there so early?" says the Greek, "my ex-oufitter buddy said its a waste of time to scout, I figured since thats true, why get out there early?"
"Come on Greek, all the elk from unit 77, the national park feedlot hunt, will be gone by the time we get there."
Suffering from the customary hangover, cigarette burns, and the ever present pain of the wee-wee machine, the greek finally rolls out of bed.
"I'll start the new 71 ford truck we just bought with cash after saving for ten years, while you pack our favorite camp meal" says the Greek. "By the way, dont forget I drive a big rig honey, we'll get up to unit 77 in plenty of time."
The greek heads out the front door of the mobile home and cant seem to find the new ford truck in the weed patch in the front yard. Finally he sees the rig and sqeezes behind the wheel. "Damn," says the Greek, "having the steering wheel in my beer gut all day while road hunting wont be too fun." Luckily for the Greek, the new 71 wont start.
"Hehe" mutters the Greek, "I'll just fire up my big rig, after all me and the owner are best friends, so he shouldnt mind".
The Greek walks back into the mobile home and finds Country Lady packing the Greeks favorite camp meal of "SHIKABOBS". "Great looking Shikabobs", says the Greek as saliva rolls down the front of his wife-beater tank-top tee shirt.
"I just hope we can find a level spot to camp with plenty of rocks and water for the fire" says Country Lady.
"Come on country lady, the big rigs all warmed up, lets go hunting, remember I shot my first grouse in 1967, so I know everything about hunting." says the Greek.
They jump in the big rig and head north out of Hanna, but just a few miles out of town, the Greek gets hungry. "Give me a shikabob country lady, I'm hungry". They Greek chows down a couple shikabobs and some feta cheese, but the favorite camp meal doesnt sit too well in his trucker gut. "Damn it!" says the Greek, "I have to hit the can". "Look!" growls the country lady, with a smoke hanging from her lip "Its a porta-pottie". "Great" says the Greek as he pulls the big rig over.
The Greek approaches the porta-pottie and swings the door open and takes one step, "Son-of-a-bitch!" screams the Greek, as he falls ass-over tea kettle into the porta pottie, "I just shit my pants and sprained my ankle."
The Greek limps back to the big rig with a load in his britches and slides back into the drivers seat. "Whats wrong Greek?" says country lady. "We cant go hunting again this year" says the Greek, " I just busted my ankle in the porta-pottie"
The Greeks then point the big rig south and head back to Hanna, where the Greek continues to pretend to be the toughest guy in Wyoming and the Country lady dreams about having her way with Greenhorn.