Johnny Appleseed? How 'bout Hay Seed.

(That's Hay Seed on the left) I know a guy (who is actually the husband of my best friend C), he is a legend in this small town that I call home. Gerry has lived in Creemore for all of his life (I think). He is an avid hunter (deer, turkey and caribou) and loves to fish, both off his pontoon boat or sitting in a hut on the frozen lake. He has filled his house with all kinds of treasures that most people would throw out. If you need something, chances are Gerry has one or knows where to get one or even better he'll make one. So Gerry was at the dinner party the other night having a good time with all the young lads at the table. He was spinning his yarns and adding in to the other yarns when pieces of the puzzle were missing. I noticed that some of the fellas that know Gerry were calling him Seed. I asked C why they called him that and this is what she told me. Seems many years ago Gerry was a rather talented pool player. A guy from the city came to town and went to the pool hall hoping to make some easy cash from some poor unsuspecting country bumpkin... enter Gerry. The fellow challenged Gerry to a game for x amount of dollars. Gerry in his quiet way said "OK" and off they went to play the game. After a few hours of shooting pool Gerry was considerably richer. The city guy was so pissed off he said "Aw hell, you're nothing but a hay seed." So the title stuck but now it is just "Seed". So Gerry, don't know if you have played any pool lately, but belated congratulations on your riches and the legend that you have become in Creemore... here's to you "Seed".

Scatteringly yours,

Cat x