My Dad got in deep trouble one time when picking ‘baccer worms off the tobacco. He said they were walking rows, with pails, pickin’ off worms. They were supposed to either step on them or put them in the bucket and “drown’em in the crick”!
Dad said there was an old hateful rooster that would attack him and his brothers ever time they went to the barn to feed or milk. But, when he picked off ‘backer worms it followed him and he would throw that old mean rooster worms, which it gobbled up with delight. His Dad seen this and shouted from a row or two acrost, “Don’t feed Mammy’s rooster them worms, or you’re going to founder it!”
Well, there was five boys, most pickin’ worms, most hated the rooster so they kept sneaking that rooster ‘baccer worms. Up and down the rows they went, rooster a’hoppin’ and a’skirtin’ and pickin’ up ‘baccer worms.
My Dad said later up in the mornin’ that rooster was slowin’ down while a’follin’ them and pickin’ up the worms. Soon one of them said, “Lookee there!” Yep, that old rooster keeled over, died deader than a doorknob!
“We’re in deep trouble now,” they said, “We’ve foundered Mammy’s rooster!” Dad said it didn’t eat too many worms, he said it was all that “nicotine” in the worms that probably killed it! The rooster mysteriously disappeared from the ‘baccer field?
When asked if they had seen her rooster, they told Mammy the last they’d seen it, it was headed toward the barn fer Pappy told’em not to feed it ‘baccer worms! Dad would laugh about it and said, “Mammy had many good roosters, but that one she liked and took pride in the fact that it only liked her and was mean to everybody else!” He said he could finally feed the hogs and milk without having to worry he was gonna get flogged by that hateful rooster again!
And that’s the story of the “foundered” rooster on a Mars Hill ‘baccer farm!
~B.Ruth – November 2016