July 21 2007

Well gang, everyone is abuzz about the announcement that this years benefit will be held at the West Alabama Icehouse on Saturday, October 20th.
In the absence of being able to schedule a reopening of our clubhouse and shooting ranges, it sure is nice to have the membership of the club energized again.
Not that that means that everything is hunky-dory. Far from it.
One of our more competitive cooks, Jack Hash, was at a local watering hole looking through his "Cooking Journal", which is sort of his diary of meals that he has cooked this past year. He was already looking for a couple of dishes to enter in this years cook-off.
As he was browsing through the recipes, looking for inspiration, some fellow club members came in and one thing led to another, and after a few beers a dart game broke out.
Normally, it would have been a shooting match, but they were drinking in one of those yuppiefied city bars, and the way things are these days guns just ain’t allowed.
At any rate, they shot darts and drank beer until hitting the board started becoming a problem, and Jack Hash paid his tab and reached for his book of recipes.
Well, it was gone.
Gone!
"Don’t anybody move!" screamed Jack, with his hands shoulder high and his palms out.
Jack moved toward his friends, and started patting them down. Like a policeman might
The boys were dumbfounded and didn’t understand what in the hell was going on.
One of them hooded his eyes and said, "Why Jack, this is so sudden, I never knew you cared.
This got the boys laughing, and Jack hollered, "Don’t try to laugh your way out of it, dammit, somebody’s got my cooking journal and I’m going to get it back if I have to strip the whole lot of you buck naked!"
One of the boys said, "Oh Jack, you’re just so wonderful when you’re angry!"
This got them all laughing again.
Jack was just getting ready to cold cock somebody, when Earl, the quiet one, pointed a finger downward and said " Jack, are you looking for that little book that’s propping up the short leg of the table so that our beers won’t slop over?"
Jack looked, and then stooped down and removed the notebook from under the table leg.
"Hell," he said. "Sorry guys."
"It’s true though." Said Earl.
"What’s true?" asked Jack.
"You sure are cute when you’re riled up."
The crowd roared, and Jack beat the hell out of them with his gimme cap until he finally started laughing himself.
Yep, tensions are running high alright. And it’s only July!

Till next week
Helga Biermeister
Secretary