Hoarding humor.

[OldWiseGuy]

A white man living in the cold north inquired of a local Indian sage how bad the approaching winter would be. The old Indian replied that it wouldn't be too bad. The man considered this but decided to add another layer to his rather small woodpile. A little later he again asked the old man's advice. "Might be a little colder than I said before" he was told. So he decided to cut yet more firewood, and his pile grew larger.

As winter approached yet closer he again sought the counsel of the old Indian. "I think the winter might be much colder than I predicted", he cautioned. With this the man spent the next week splitting wood until his pile was huge. But to assure himself he once again besought the old sage's counsel. "It is going to be a very cold winter" the old man said somberly.

His curiosity peaked the man asked the Indian how he was able to make such predictions. "Easy", the old man said, "Look at white man's woodpile. If small... mild winter. If large...TERRIBLE WINTER!"

 

[JackRT]

A white man living in the cold north inquired of a local Indian sage how bad the approaching winter would be. The old Indian replied that it wouldn't be too bad. The man considered this but decided to add another layer to his rather small woodpile. A little later he again asked the old man's advice. "Might be a little colder than I said before" he was told. So he decided to cut yet more firewood, and his pile grew larger.

As winter approached yet closer he again sought the counsel of the old Indian. "I think the winter might be much colder than I predicted", he cautioned. With this the man spent the next week splitting wood until his pile was huge. But to assure himself he once again besought the old sage's counsel. "It is going to be a very cold winter" the old man said somberly.

His curiosity peaked the man asked the Indian how he was able to make such predictions. "Easy", the old man said, "Look at white man's woodpile. If small... mild winter. If large...TERRIBLE WINTER!"

Some years ago an Indian friend of mine invited me to go fishing with him. We took his boat upriver about an hour and a half and the fishing was excellent. At about 3 PM he stood in the boat, studied the clouds then wet his finger and held it above his head. He then said "We had better get back, there's a big storm coming." By the time we got back to the dock the storm was just beginning. We got back to his place and cracked a couple of beers. I asked how he knew about the storm? He grinned "I was wondering when you would ask. I checked the weather channel this morning."

 

[durangodawood]

Its going to be a terrible winter here, judging by the white man's bacon hoarding.

 

[OldWiseGuy]

Its going to be a terrible winter here, judging by the white man's bacon hoarding.

That...is somber news.