Every year about this time a meeting is called at the Winfield, OH VFW mostly to drink. Anyone who knows this rural microscopic town knows they ain't got a VFW + few to none of the good old boys are even vets. It's the name given to one of their houses with a really huge garage and a gang of coolers filled with Natty Light. VFW to these guys means Vacation From Work.
Anyway, after about the 10th case of beer, gunshots are heard, half dozen pigs are on the ground, and the process begins. Everyone's got a job, field dress, butcher, sausage grinders, and all the scraps go to my wife's brother Larry aka Krepple King. Me, I don't do squat, I'm a city boy + I can't keep up with these old boys butcherin or ESPECIALLY drinkin!!! (And I'm Irish, former Marine, retired construction worker)
Soon, my wife's brothers will be over + my freezer will be jammed + my beer stash will be DESTROYED! Oh well, it's worth it, the krepples are out of this world! That's Larry on the ribs.
Anyway, after about the 10th case of beer, gunshots are heard, half dozen pigs are on the ground, and the process begins. Everyone's got a job, field dress, butcher, sausage grinders, and all the scraps go to my wife's brother Larry aka Krepple King. Me, I don't do squat, I'm a city boy + I can't keep up with these old boys butcherin or ESPECIALLY drinkin!!! (And I'm Irish, former Marine, retired construction worker)
Soon, my wife's brothers will be over + my freezer will be jammed + my beer stash will be DESTROYED! Oh well, it's worth it, the krepples are out of this world! That's Larry on the ribs.