Truth
The Lawson Clan Snipe hunting sounded like an adventure. At least the male adults at a family reunion made it seem so. With big grins on their faces, they explained just how to go about our hunt. Excited, my cousin and I went to a field and lay down between rows of cotton. With anticipation, we opened our sacks and waited and waited. After many minutes had gone by, my cousin got up from where he was and suggested we go in. I insisted we not give up. Later we heard a horn and knew we were being called home. Once back at the house, my uncle explained that what we had been told wasn't true. A snipe can't be caught that way and it was all a joke. In an ...