A Happy Ending

If we aren’t one ourselves, we all know of someone who has told the same story to us more than once. I’m not saying that Catfish is one of these people, but today he told me one that I hadn’t heard before. I have no idea if this story is true or not, but so far the stories he has retold (if that’s a word) hasn’t varied at all. I’ll try to retell it.

In bygone days, Catfish and a hunting buddy, Paducah,  decided to head to southwestern Virginia deer hunting. They loaded up Catfish’s station wagon and headed south on route 11.

After driving for a few hours, they got caught in a terrible blizzard. Big snow storms aren’t very common here in Virginia but this storm had the makings of a real snowbank maker.

Not wanting to get caught out on the highway overnight they pulled into a nearby farm and asked the attractive lady who answered the door if they could spend the night.

“I realize it’s terrible out there and I have this huge house all to myself, but I’m recently widowed,” she explained. “I’m afraid the neighbors will talk if I let you stay in my house.”

“Don’t worry,” Catfish said. “We’ll be happy to sleep in the barn. And if the weather breaks, we’ll be gone at first  light.” The lady agreed, and Catfish and Paducah settled in for the night.

Come morning, the weather had cleared, and they went on their way. They enjoyed a great week of hunting.

About nine months later, Catfish got an unexpected letter from an attorney.

It took him a few minutes to figure it out, but he finally determined that the lette was from the attorney of that attractive widow he had met on the hunting weekend.

He dropped in on his buddy Paducah and asked, “Paducah, do you remember that good-looking widow from the farm we stayed at on our hunting trip down south about 9 months ago?”

“Yes, I do,” said Paducah.

“Did you, er, happen to go up to the house in the middle of the night and pay her a visit?” asked Catfish.

“Well, um, yes,” said Paducah, a little embarrassed about being found out. “I have to admit that I did.”

“And did you happen to use my name instead of telling her your real name?” Catfish continued.

Paducah’s face turned beet red and he said, “Yeah, look, I’m sorry, buddy. I’m afraid I did. Why do you ask?”

“She just died and left me everything,” Catfish replied.

Keep your fork


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