blueberries and hunting

I was 12 years old,  in Swan Lake, NY after a long day of blueberry picking. Making sure not to pick the green ones, or even the  reddish blue ones.  The big plump blue ones were what we wanted. everyone had a big pot to fill.  The end result was the best, that was the  warm blueberry pie my mom would bake.  The sun was strong in the blueberry patch, occasionally you would hear of an old person  passing  out from sun stroke. Occasionally you would hear about  a young person who stepped in a fresh pile of cow poop.
Well , more than occasionally, and  more than occasionally that person was  ME.   Blueberry picking  was  fun, you would encounter, bees,  wasps, and maybe even see a butterfly. I used to like wiping the frosty thin coating from the blueberry and make it look shiny. I also like to throw a few at someone's head and watch it  Splat.  We used to pick blueberries  often, when they were ready to pick.
        In the same area people would  hunt, that was  later on in the year.  I remember  in Ronnie's garage in Swan lake they had a huge deer head on the  wall. I think it was a  12 point buck.  Someone would say when looking at the head on the wall, " boy he must've been runnin' pretty fast".  Took me years to finally get that joke.  Anyway, there was no hunting in the  summer, but we heard about it.  My father,  one day did some hunting in the summer though. He was a great shot. He took out his  7 shot 38 revolver , or it may have been a  32 calibre, i forgot.  It was a collector's item, having that  7th shot to fool someone who was  counting shots. Well, that is if you were in a shoot out. Not something that occurs too often.  So back to the shooting,  my father draws the gun, and shoots 3 shots in the sky and  2 ducks fall to the ground.  Unbelievable!, the man was a great shot. He scored "expert" in the  police shooting test, and had a medal to  prove it.  He was a police officer. His son, on the other hand, always managed to do illegal or semi-illegal things.  My dad, also was hired one summer to shoot a  giant turtle, that was in Dixie Lake and turning  boats over. So we went out turtle hunting, of course I put a red devil lure on my fishing line and was trolling for some perch or pickerel, while we were scouting  big turtles.  he saw a head bob up. It was the turtle, dad shot at it,  missed.  He had one more chance but missed again.
      Speaking of hunting, and we weren't allowed to in the summer. Also, a 12 year old, I don't believe is allowed to hunt. Speaking of  illegal.  We got David Gorilitzky's big brother's  22 calibre rifle and  set out to the blueberry patch to  hunt.  We figured, if the grownups can hunt deer, and talk about how good it was to eat,  we could hunt better eating   game.  We tracked down  our prey,  it was  huge. It was  right there, maybe 10 of them, big black and white cows.  Yeah, what could be better eating than a cow.
I had the first  shot,  BOOM,  i hit the cow in the stomach,  she started running.  they all kind of scattered.  We heard some old guy with a hat, yelling at us.  "are you kids crazy?  I'm gonna kill yas"  " my cows won't give milk for  a  week now."  We ran so fast.  Got back, hid the rifle, and  prayed no one would find out.  Somehow, we did get caught.  I wonder how  that happened. A pissed off farmer, some amazed parents.  And two kids, who were in deep trouble for  shooting  a  cow. It's sad that we didn't get to eat that cow.  We got yelled at, a little punished, but  it was a fun day hunting. We were kinda  proud.

Deaf people in the restaurant

I was eating in a restaurant and across from me were two women who were deaf.
They were conversing away, using sign language and then also text messaging each other .
I thought that was pretty cool that they were texting.  After they left, I notice 2 other women
conversing away, hand signs flying.  I say to myself, what's going on here? I've eaten here 100s of times
and never saw so many people  who were deaf.  On my way out, I got closer to the second pair of women, who were still waving their hands in deep discussion.  But I was wrong, they weren't deaf.  They were
Italians, just being expressive.