Publisher's Synopsis
"WAY OUT IN THE STICKS" Growing up in Montana just outside the largest city in the state proved to be instructive not only for young Justy but also for his children as he recounted his experiences to them. Three little girls are the reason these stories were written down; committed to paper to help their memories. Write your stories down for your children but first read the adventures of this quirky Montana boy. Please remember that each story ends with a moral lesson as you read this excerpt from "FLYING FISH" One fall when I was about ten years old my friend and I were exploring the ditch when we came to the culvert that went under the highway west of where we lived. That culvert was a goldmine of dead fish! Suckers and carp, all nice sized. Not too dead, that is, still pretty well preserved, not smelly yet. There was still enough water in the culvert that we could reach them easily and, hey, there was a roadway right there! We could throw the fish at cars! Of course you can't waste fish, you have to plan. Look, there's a traffic light just a hundred feet away, if we wait until we hear cars taking off from the light we can time our throw. We're hidden down in the ditch so it will be a complete surprise for the drivers. OK now, here comes a Volkswagen ... one, two, three, throw! ... Plop! Plop! Direct hits! Screeeech! ! ! Run, man, run! And run we do. Half way down the ditch before we dare to look back. Surprisingly there is no irate person screaming and running after us. In a way that's a relief and yet kind of disappointing since we thought we had caused some serious mischief. Maybe we didn't get that car as good as we thought but, boy, it sure sounded cool! Ha ha ho ho ho! Maybe he thought it was raining fish! He he he! We're kind of like Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid, we're wanted men, we'll strike again! Ho ho ho
