Place:Scurry Old Fields around Snyder in west Texas
Time: '50's (1950's)
Long hours waiting in the "dog house" at tank batteries could get boring. My
dad made a game of catching flies in his hand. He would sweep his cupped hand
an inch or two above the subject and more often than not the fly would fly
right into his hand. A quick squeeze would capture it. Try it sometime. If
the fly doesn't get caught between your fingers or a fold in your palm, you can
feel the buzz when it tries to escape. Kind of tickles. A clap would most
often dispatch the fly. Sometimes they get away, sort of like catch and
release.
Rod, et. al. thanks for bringing back the memories.
This could be cave related if you think about breaking out your lunch while
ridge walking and drawing flies with that smashed sandwich. While waiting on
everyone to finish, you now have something to entertain yourself.
Rick Corbell
