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After the Gibson show, I thought about
somethin' that I been holdin' onto for over thirty years. I was standin'
aroun' with these two very well known R&B rascals - William Bell and Eddie
Floyd - and I figured ..... maybe now's a good time to tell MY
side of the story ....
.... 'bout the first
time Eddie took me out quail hunting, way, way out in the
country. It was 1969, 'n we rode out there in Eddie's big blue Cadillac limousine.
Eddie, 'n Castro, 'n me.
I came from New York,
see?, so I never actually
really seen any "country" before, 'cept maybe on TV.
Eddie gave me a shotgun, show me how to load it, 'n how to hold it, 'n off we go.
I never seen one of them before neither, 'n here I am, walking aroun'
with one in my hands!
Damn thing started out light, but it sho' got heavy
We walk 'n we
walk 'n we walk. Eddie keep sayin', "Sandy, you ready?" I keep sayin',
"Sure." So then we walk some more. "Sandy, you ready?" "Sure." We walkin',
'n walkin', 'n bein' real quiet. "Sandy, you ready?" "Sure."
I was ready four hours
a little nervous, see? 'Cause we was in this grass way up past my waist.
I didn't even know what was down there, all by my feets, see?
Well, maybe that
high enough, 'cause now Eddie want to go walk in some sho'nuff
"Sandy, you ready?" "Sure." We musta walked 116 miles.
We coulda been two states away - 'n I never woulda known. "Sandy, you ready?"
I'm still sayin',
- all of a sudden - Raise Your Hand AND Knock On Wood ....
THAT'S when it happen.
when they come UP!
No, no, no - not just
some of 'em -
1,000? 10,000? 100,000?
Shit - how 'n the hell would
as I know, we talkin' 'bout every Goddamn quails in the state o' Tennessee!
They ALL come up
- ALL AT ONCE!
'N they invited everybody!
'N they was flyin'
aroun' all crazy!
It was an INVASION!
Well, I gots
- I never seen a shotgun before OR a quail. Much noise
as these quails was makin', they coulda weighed 88 pounds each,
see? Them quails
sounded just like flyin' Harleys. Why they call 'em
dropped the shotgun, and I fell down. I fell down on my ass. Yessuh, that's exactly what
did. Maybe I be a smaller target that way. I musta rolled away some, too.
I throwed my arms
up - up over my face, see? 'Cause my eyes
gonna be the very LAST thing to go.
Eddie 'n Castro
was over there somewhere, bustin' up a gut, laughin'. They was cryin'. They was
chokin'! They thought this
shit was funny.
hear 'em OK, but I couldn't see 'em, 'cause I'm crawlin' aroun' all
down in heah, lookin' for the Goddamn shotgun, grass 8' over my head. I'm
in heah, prayin'
t' GOD that don't no snakes lives in Tennessee - or any
other state nearby
- 'cause I gets my dumb ass killed out heah, some snake come
on me in all them weeds 'n shit.
minutes t' find the shotgun, this grass never been mowed since maybe 1921.
I near 'bout peed my pants - 'n my eyes was bigger 'n Eddie's limo hubcaps.
just get me outa this in one piece, an' I swear - I
get outa the next three all by myself. Ain't nobody told me
nothin' 'bout none 'o this. How was I supposed to know?
I'm just lucky they didn't have to carry my dumb ass outa there.
My heart didn't
stop poundin' 'til we got back inside Memphis city limits.
two jokers, Eddie and William, standin' there, laughin' hysterically at
me. You see what I gotta put up with?