A new recruiting test Two big league scouts were coming down the West Virginia turnpike on the way to Atlanta, Georgia. They met a boy about 18 years old carrying five squirrels. The boy had no gun, so they began to wonder how he had killed the squirrels. They turned around and overtook him. “Hey son, where did you get them squirrels?” they asked. “Up in the woods,” he replied. “But you don’t have a gun. How did you kill them?” “I killed them with rocks,” he replied. “We just don’t believe you can do that,” said the scouts. “Well, come on,” he said. “And I’ll prove it.” So they all went up the road bank into the woods. The boy said, “Do you see that squirrel out on that tall poplar limb?” They both saw the squirrel. Then the boy stooped down and got him a rock. He hefted it left-handed a couple of times and let fly. Hit the squirrel right in the head. “Come on to our car, boy,’ the scouts said. “We got some papers we want you to sign. We are big league scouts and we want to sign you up. A natural left-hander like you could really go places in the big league.” “But I’m not a left-hander,” the boy said. “I’m
right-handed.” “I know,” the boy replied. “Pa said if I threw right-handed, he’d whip me good, cause I break up the squirrel’s bones so bad.” John W. Key |
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