There doesn't seem to be a lot of posting here, except that wierd one by gabbie, so I thought I'd tell you a lie. It doesn't originate from me, but from an old cowboy named John Shick, who hailed from my home town. He was a member of the Professional Liars Club of America and won awards for his lies in national contests. Many of his lies were published in a book. He told this one to me personally in the early 60's.
" I left town and headed for home one fall on my horse Little Brown Jug. It wasn't long before I looked to the Northwest and saw a Blue Norther coming. I saw that I was going to have to hurry if I beat it home, so I put Jug into a long lope. The Norther was gaining, so I laid the leather to him for the last mile. We made the barn just as that Norther struck, Jug was half in the barn and half out. The lather on his back half turned to ice!
As I made my way to the house, I noticed that our dirt tank was covered in ducks. We'd been in an extended drought and this was the only open water for miles. I thought I'd slip down there in the morning and get some ducks for dinner. About daylight the next day, I sneaked over the dam with my double barrel and as you couldn't see water for all the ducks, I gave them both barrels right in the middle. Well, they commenced flappin, but just sat there. Then I realized that they were frozen in the ice by that sudden Norther. Then they flew off with all my stock water!"