My Doodle was something else. With today being his 75th birthday, I'll share one of my favorite stories.
This happened long before I came along, but I've heard about it all my life. Just visualizing it makes me laugh out loud. Oh, to have been the proverbial fly on the wall.
One day Doodle and his good buddy, whose last name was Amacker, butchered by my grandfather as A-maker, went fishing. In a fish sanctuary. I reckon it just seemed like a good idea at the time.
Anyway, as they were fishing, quite successfully, I hear, a game warden approached them. My Doodle, ever quick on his feet, proceeded to become a deaf-mute when the game warden tried to take his fish. He snatched the fish back, and pointed at himself forcefully, as if to say, "These fish are MINE. You can't have them!" Using some far-from-Sunday school language, the game warden told him to keep the confounded fish.
Sometime later, Doodle was hired to move a trailer for a fellow. The fellow happened to be the game warden, who recognized Doodle. The game warden said that a lot had been pulled on him, but my deaf-mute Doodle fishing in the fish sanctuary was by far the best.
While the average person may not find this nearly as entertaining as I do, one must remember that the average person's grandfather wasn't one Mr. Edsel Crabb. Such good memories of a good man.