Treed

Treed by Payson Sibley Wild

Bill tells of a Sunday by the creek, recalling forty-odd years back when wild hogs thrived in the Skillet bottoms and his Paw hunted them with dogs for Winter pork, sometimes fighting or fleeing a mean sow or tusked boar. Bill then recounts a hunter near the Fork who, finding no game, grew scared at dusk, ran till exhausted, and climbed a hickory by a slew. After resting an hour, he found himself stuck, straining against gravity, legs wound tight—only to realize he'd been sitting on the ground the whole time.

By Payson Sibley Wild · Genre: Humorous Fiction, Folk Ballad, Frontier/Pioneer Fiction · 592 words

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'Twas a Sunday in March ez we set on a log / In a break in the woods, whar the crick makes a jog, / An' hez et int' the bank an' up under the mill, / Thet the story herewith was related by Bill.

"Years ago, forty odd, wild hogs was ez thick / In these 'ere Skillet bottoms ez ‘cats' in the crick. / They follered the mast (tho' I ain't meanin' shippin'), / An' 'long in the Fall got ez fat ez a pippin.

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hunting · wild hogs · tall tale · frontier · humor · dialect poetry · folk narrative · fear and panic · illusion versus reality · misperception · narrative poem · rural America

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