StanleyRugg said:Mister you gotta be real careful about those model airplanes especially around these parts. Now me bein a scientist and inventor and all I appreciate remote control airplanes. I even invented a remote control lawn mower, I am still tryin to work out the bugs cause I had a accident with Ms Stevens flower bed, but that’s another story. Anywhoo we all went to a Labor day party to our friend Whilamena Clarks house down near the fairgrounds down off route 5. Whilamena is Roy Clark’s 2nd cousin twice removed on her momma’s side. Roy was a tv star on Hee Haw and momma Rugg said he has style and panash and he was the bestest banjo picker ever.
Well Momma Rugg was sittin in a lawn chair waitin for the ribs to get done and was takin her turn crankin the ice cream churn when one of those remote control airplanes came flyin over. Momma Rugg had a kanipshun fit and dropped that churn and dashed under the picnic table, did a low crawl over to the Cordova and pulled out the shot gun and blasted that thing right outa the air. Actually it took her 2 shots to down it cause she wasn’t wearin her glasses. Seems momma Rugg thought that airplane was a red tailed hawk with rabies. After we all got done laughin I explained what it was she got pretty mad and shot it again. Well I picked up the pieces of the airplane and put em in a hefty bag. The man whose airplane it was came lookin for it and I explained the accident to him. He was some kinda mad but Momma Rugg wouldn’t apologize. She said model airplane flying was the work of satan and she told that fella she had half a mind to whoop his behind. I reccon he was skeert so he took the bag and left.
Well I figger that is what happened to your airplane. Somebody who aint as sofisticated as us probably shot it and is afraid to fess up
No problem. I can appreciate closure. I once lost my pet chicken and I was heart broke. That chicken lives in my inventin hut and sits on my head when I am thinking sometimes. I know it sounds kinda funny but I think I think better with that crazy chicken sittin up there. I crowed and crowed trying to get Harley, that was his name, to come home. I called him Harley cause he was kinda loud and pretty but he wasn’t too fast. Harley rarely ever wandered off much. But this time he wandered over and jumped in the trunk of Momma’s Cordova because she hauled some pig feed from Southern States and one of the bags busted open. Momma came back out and closed the trunk without lookin and trapped poor Harley in there. I was heart broke lookin all over for that chicken. I found some feathers behind the barn and was afraid he got ate by a fox. Well Rodd was lookin for his good pair of shoes the next day and Momma Rugg told him they might be in the trunk. Rodd opened that runk and out came on mad chicken. Harley came flyin out and danced over Rodds head. Rodd got skeert and screamed like a girl and hit Harley with a sneaker and killed him. Anywhoo I was really sad about Harleys demise but I was glad I knew what happend to him. I had closure, he was one special chicken. Momma and Rodd knew how sad I was so Rodd took care of burryin Harley and Momma made me a special chicken pot pie. I sure miss that chicken.LooseTooth said:Wow Rugg, I think you helped me find closure, thanks. I feel as if I can press on now.
StanleyRugg said:Well Momma Rugg was ... takin her turn crankin the ice cream churn...
LooseTooth said:Cash Reward
It is a glider about 6' in span, blue and red wings, carbon fiber fuselage.
Maybe it landed in a friend of a friends backyard or something.
Thanks