One day when I was 18, I walked into Alley’s Store and John Alley motioned me over to the counter and asked me, in a low voice, if I would shoot him a deer.
One day when I was 18, I walked into Alley’s Store and John Alley motioned me over to the counter and asked me, in a low voice, if I would shoot him a deer. He said he was tired of his friends jokingly asking him every day during the six-day hunting season if he got his deer yet.
I returned the next day with a nice fat spike-horn in the bed of my truck. John got all flustered and handed me some money to have it butchered.
I took the deer home and butchered it, wrapped all the meat up in small packages and froze it.
A few days later, I delivered the venison in secrecy to John. John was giddy as he handed me a case of beer and asked me not to tell a soul.
The next time his friends came into the store and teasingly asked if he got his deer yet? John would walk into the back room, where he kept his freezer and bring back a package of venison and as he gave it to them to take home, he would say, “Why as a matter of fact, I did.”
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Thank you Bert. I am sitting
June Manning AquinnahThank you Bert. I am sitting here socially isolating and needed a good laugh for this afternoon. Do you remember that when the UPIS LAND kids well-behaved on the way home, our school bus driver would allow us to make a stop at Alley's General Store. John was always a pleasure to deal with. He will be greatly missed across the Vineyard.
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