Nonsense!

[SlickTony]

You had to step on cow patties on the way down so you didnt step on thistles. Sometimes the sun dried the tops before the centers were dry!

When we used to visit my in-laws in Columbia, LA all the time we'd walk on the levee near the river where there were always a lot of cows. I sometimes kicked the dried ones. I guess I'm lucky I didn't get a soft-centered one.

Your story reminded me of one of my favorite stories to read when I was a little girl--it was by Loula Grace Erdman, and it was about this city girl who went out to Texas with her husband--I think this might have been when it was still a republic--and there was a scene where she was very grossed out at the thought of having to pick up a buffalo chip, which they used as fuel on the road.

 

[SensualCealy]

Not only were they used as fuel, but now a day they are used in competitions. How far can you throw a cow pattie? lol

Friends had clidesdale horses, they are why I know when a horses tail raises something falls out! RIGHT ON MY HEAD!!

Now that stunk!
Cealy

 

[pop_54]

Cow pat throwing and Wellie chucking are very precise sports my dear. We play them locally at the village green, usually accompanied by a troup of Merry Morris Men, and Ladies, all kitted out for the occasion of course... With freshly laundered white smocks, yellow and red ankle & wrist ruffles, while sporting a dried inflated sheeps bladder on a stick, a horses head on a pole with wheels on the end (Obee'oss) and several nice white hankies.

The simple country folk gather on the green and line up at a marker, while the Morris dancers prance around them striking any available looking female with the bladder, (fertility rite), and some that aren't really available but their husband's aren't about.

On a given signal the country folk cast their cow pats in an Easterly direction towards the outskirts of the village, the winner of course being the one who's cow pat lands furthest away, there is often a dispute over who's cow pat is who's, because after crash landing from 20 feet up, nearly all of them look the same.

This ritual is followed closely by the Wellie chuckers, most of whom are male so the Morris dancers don't bother with the fertility rite this time fearing a smack in the mouth for trying to put a queer hex on some butch country boy.

The Wellie chuckers, as with the cow pat throwers, line up and at the signal hurl their chosen Wellington boot in a North Easterly direction, they choose this slightly skewed direction because there's cow shit everywhere due East. Again the winner is the one who's Wellie goes the furthest, no problem with identifying the Wellies of course, most of their mum's penned their kids name in the boots years earlier.

After the trophy presentation, all the happy souls retire the the Dog & Duck for some light refreshment, some hours later searching out the young maidens marked by the fertility bladder to try them out for size.

We have applied for both of these sports to be included in the Olympics next time round, well if Beach fucking Volley ball and Sync swimming can make it, any bloody thing can.

 

[SlickTony]

Can't argue with that last.

 

[Somme]

Doping tests for gumboot throwing.....

 

[Edward Teach]

Cow pat throwing and Wellie chucking are very precise sports my dear. We play them locally at the village green, usually accompanied by a troup of Merry Morris Men, and Ladies, all kitted out for the occasion of course... With freshly laundered white smocks, yellow and red ankle & wrist ruffles, while sporting a dried inflated sheeps bladder on a stick, a horses head on a pole with wheels on the end (Obee'oss) and several nice white hankies.

The simple country folk gather on the green and line up at a marker, while the Morris dancers prance around them striking any available looking female with the bladder, (fertility rite), and some that aren't really available but their husband's aren't about.

On a given signal the country folk cast their cow pats in an Easterly direction towards the outskirts of the village, the winner of course being the one who's cow pat lands furthest away, there is often a dispute over who's cow pat is who's, because after crash landing from 20 feet up, nearly all of them look the same.

This ritual is followed closely by the Wellie chuckers, most of whom are male so the Morris dancers don't bother with the fertility rite this time fearing a smack in the mouth for trying to put a queer hex on some butch country boy.

The Wellie chuckers, as with the cow pat throwers, line up and at the signal hurl their chosen Wellington boot in a North Easterly direction, they choose this slightly skewed direction because there's cow shit everywhere due East. Again the winner is the one who's Wellie goes the furthest, no problem with identifying the Wellies of course, most of their mum's penned their kids name in the boots years earlier.

After the trophy presentation, all the happy souls retire the the Dog & Duck for some light refreshment, some hours later searching out the young maidens marked by the fertility bladder to try them out for size.

We have applied for both of these sports to be included in the Olympics next time round, well if Beach fucking Volley ball and Sync swimming can make it, any bloody thing can.

Pop, you ain't right. Sombody's gonna throw a net over you.

Teach

 

[lewdandlicentious]

They'll have to be champion net-throwers.

He's a dodgy fucker that Pops!!!

 

[Guest]

They'll have to be champion net-throwers.

He's a dodgy fucker that Pops!!!

Takes one to know one.

When I was at school welly chucking used to known as welly wanging!!!

Lou

 

[lewdandlicentious]

Takes one to know one.

When I was at school welly chucking used to known as welly wanging!!!

Lou

Ha ha, Indeed!

Only wankers wang wellies!!!

 

[Guest]

Ha ha, Indeed!

Only wankers wang wellies!!!

I was school champion at Welly Wanging (have a certificate and everything!), so what does that make me?

 

[lewdandlicentious]

My point exactly!!!

 

[Guest]

My point exactly!!!

*Flutters eyelashes*

 

[lewdandlicentious]

 

[pop_54]

Pop, you ain't right. Sombody's gonna throw a net over you.

Teach

They're coming to take me away... Haha... Hehe... They're coming to take me away... Hoho... Hehe...Those lovely men in their shiny white coats... They're coming to take me away... Haha...

 

[lewdandlicentious]

See you at the funny farm!!!!

 

[Edward Teach]

They're coming to take me away... Haha... Hehe... They're coming to take me away... Hoho... Hehe...Those lovely men in their shiny white coats... They're coming to take me away... Haha...

I think I saw Blodwyn following with a pair of Wellies in her mouth so maybe you won't be too awful lonely.

Teach