Bird Hunting at Uncle Versie’s

Story by Jerry Clower

Why, I done met more folks out there in Hollywood….  I was out there the other day and one of them MCA record executives said, “Jerry I sure would love to go bird hunting.”

I said, “What kind of birds?”

He said, “Quail.”

I said, “Man, the best quail hunting in the whole world is in Southwest Mississippi.”

We set up the date, I met this big record executive in Jackson Mississippi.  He landed in the big jet, got off, had his hunting clothes on, looked like Little Lord Fauntleroy.  We got in the car and got on Interstate 55, went on down to Route 4 Liberty, MS to the beautiful Versie Ledbetter farm.

I drove up in his yard. I said, “Excuse me just a minute, Sir. Let me tell Uncle Versie we gone be hunting on his place.”

I went in, Uncle Versie’s so glad to see me. “Oh, Jerry, God Bless you, son.  Look it’s 7 or 8 coveys of birds ‘tween here and the road.  Boy, I hope kill a bunch of ‘em.  Welcome, Son.”

I said, “Thank you, Uncle Versie.”

I started out of the door, Uncle Versie said, “I’m gonna have to ask you to do something for me, son….old Della, my mule, made 30 good crops with her.  Veterinarian was out here yesterday and said she’s dying and, she’s suffering.  I just couldn’t stand to see him put her to sleep yesterday.   Jerry, would you shoot her for me?”

I said, “Yeah, Uncle Versie, I don’t like to do it but, if she’s suffering, I’ll shoot her for you.”

He said, “You just go ahead and shoot her and go on bird hunting and me and the boys will tend to her late this evening.”

On the way back to the car I said, I’m gonna have me some fun with this Hollywood dude…

I got in the car and said, “You know that old scoundrel told me I couldn’t hunt on his place.  Good as I’ve been to him, he told me Noooooo, get you and that Hollywood city slicker away from here!”

And I beat the dashboard with my fist.  I scratched off and throwed rocks all up side of his house. Got on down the road about a hundred yards and, there was old Della, grazing.  I slammed on brakes and said, “Uh huh, I’ll show that old rascal.”

I grabbed my shotgun, I jumped out…Boom Boom…And, down old Della went, Grave Yard Dead.

And, just as I turned around and, looked over to see what ‘the dude’ thought, I heard three shots over there….Boom. Boom. Boom.

I said, “Feller, what are you doing?!”

He said, “That old fella upset you so bad, Jerry, I killed three of his cows.”

Story by Jerry Clower.  Reprinted with permission from his wife, Homerline Clower.

If you are in the area be sure to visit the Jerry Clower Museum.  1 Amazing Grace Lane  Liberty, MS.