“Weeeeerrrrrr Off to See the Call of the Wild Deliverance.”

Ok I jammed three titles in there together but they all fit.

It was an exciting weekend. The fun started on Thursday evening when we had a really big storm blow through. I ran into the front yard yelling Auntie Em, Auntie Em but had to go inside because the storm was approaching. There was rain, lightening, strong winds and even hail just down the street. Thankfully though we didn’t get any hail because it would have ruined my tomatoes which are looking great by the way. We didn’t get any falling cows either.

In the middle of the storm, we heard a loud thump and I assumed that a limb must have fallen on the deck or that a house that landed on a Witch but it was too dark to tell. Shortly after that the power went out and it stayed out for several hours. Several hours without electricity is a bad thing when it is 85 degrees with 100% humidity. How did we ever survive without Air conditioning?

Friday my wife called me at work to tell me that the thump we heard was actually a tree that fell on our house. That is somewhere between the limb on the deck and the house on the witch so my assumptions were correct. Fortunately there wasn’t any damage but I did have to climb up on the roof in 95 degree weather and cut the tree off. It could have been a lot worse.

Saturday was another scorcher here in Charleston. The temperature was again in the high 90’s and it was very humid from all the rain at night. Sales were way off at the market but that happens sometimes. Funny thing happened though when I got home. I was out in my front yard, unloading the plants when I looked up and guess what was standing not far from me? A wolf! It was just standing there looking at me so I assumed that it wasn’t too mean. It had on a collar and was dragging a short chain.

So I called it and it came a little closer but it seemed a little shy. It was very old and appeared to be deaf but it wasn’t aggressive. So we gave it some water and then tied it up out front hoping that the owner would come looking for it. The darn thing started howling like a….well you guessed it, like a wolf. It was eerie. It reminded of the book I read once; The Call of the Wild. So my wife and son drove around trying to find the owner but no luck. Finally I found someone who knew where the wolf belonged so we were able to take him home. But that’s’ when the really scary part started. Now this is within a mile of our house mind you.

I pulled in the narrow driveway which was more like a primitive path through the jungle. To my left through the thick vegetation I could see an 8 ft high fence with signs on it saying “Danger High Voltage”. These were the same signs that were on the fence that kept T-Rex in Jurassic Park. I wondered if they had something that big in this fence.

All along the drive were broken down cars, most with bullet holes in them. Under some of the cars, I could see big eyes looking out at us and I started looking for that sign that said; “I would go back if I were you.” All in all there must have been 25 or thirty dead cars along this path to the house. Some of the cars were being strangled by vines and others had trees growing right through them. I started mumbling to myself; “I do believe in spooks, I do believe in spooks, I do, I do, I do.

As we stopped in front of the house, a cold chill ran up my spine. I told my son that if a toothless man with a shotgun appeared and said anything about a purdy mouth it was every man for himself. The shack had several nice new cars parked just outside along with more broken down ones. We knew someone was probably inside but no one came out when we honked the car. I think this was a blessing because I saw Deliverance and I swear I heard a banjo playing from somewhere inside.



I am guessing they were loading their guns and I wanted to be long gone before they got finished. We decided that it would be best of we just left before we stumbled upon a ”still” or who knows what else. After putting a little distance between us and the house, we stopped the car and released the wolf. I tied him to a tree right beside the drive way and he sat down like he knew he was home. Later on, we returned to make sure that someone had found him and he was gone. Perhaps the flying monkeys came and got him.

And you wonder why we don’t associate with many of our neighbors out here in the country.

Yall Aint from around here is ya!!!!

Have a great day,
Greg