A "Help Me" call

[petemi]

I was grouse hunting out back on my place on still October morning when I heard "Help Me..........Help Me........Help Me."  It was coming from a farm about a quarter mile down the road.  I had visions of one of the boys pinned under a tractor or something.  I dropped my shotgun and took off running out of the woods, across my fields, jumped the fence, crossed the road and down to their driveway.  There in the drive was a peacock calling Help Me, Help Me.

I gave a holler to see if any of the guys were around.  The funny thing is Jake yelled back from one of the sheds, "Hey Pete, let me out, I'm locked in".  He'd gone in the shed, the door swung shut and the hasp on the padlock swung over the staple outside and he couldn't open the door.

Now how'd the peacock know that

Pete

[Skunk]

Well Pete, that is definitely a strange and unusual experience in the outdoors. I'm not sure why, but experiences like these make the hair on the back of my neck stand straight up. It's just plain weird how things work out sometimes.

[Glanceblamm]

Good story Pete!...I am just glad that you didn't have to run back and get that shotgun had it been needed.

[petemi]

I was about 66 at the time; ran track in high school, but that was a long time ago.  When I got there, my butt was draggin'.  If I needed that shotgun, It'd taken me an hour to get to it and back   I guess I'd have gone to the house and got another gun, that was only a quarter of the way back to the shotgun.

Pete