It is amazing what you can find out when you strike up a conversation with a total stranger.
I sat down at an adjacent table to a fellow at a restaurant last week. He was wearing a camouflage outfit, so I figured he had been hunting that afternoon.
Just being neighborly, I asked him if he had any luck that day.
He had not, he told me, and soon we were in a conversation.
We talked about his hunting lease and the deer he had seen.
Soon we were talking about home towns and places we had been.
He lives in South Florida, he told me, but was raised in South Georgia.
I realized pretty quick that he was a talker and since I am one too, it is hard to get hold of a two-person
conversation when both sides want to talk.
I have met people like this fellow before and although I thought some of his side of the conversation was unusual, for the most part I assumed it to be true.
It wasn’t until an hour or so after I went home that I realized a big portion of it was probably fabricated.
It is easy to do that, embellish the truth a little, especially when the person you are talking to can’t verify anything you say.
To have done all of the things this fellow said he’s done, I figured out later he would have been well into his hundreds. He wasn’t; he actually said he was in his mid-fifties, and that is about what he looked to me.
I will give him credit, his stories were interesting and I am sure they were intermingled with some truth.
It is hard for a talker like me to stay quiet, but I finally gave up trying to say something in the conversation.
When I did talk, it only seemed to lead into another story for the fellow.
It took a few minutes, but I finally managed to find an end to the conversation and gracefully left.
No harm was done and I’m sure when he headed home that night, he felt better about himself.
The only problem I have about those kinds of conversations is that it’s hard to top someone’s story when they embellish the truth and you are telling the truth.
They take bragging to a whole different level, especially if they don’t give you any chance to do some bragging as well.
Which reminds me of something that happened while I was on a fishing trip.
I made a perfect cast right into a clump of overhanging limbs. My lure landed exactly in a two inch gap between branches, hitting the water just at the edge of the bank.
I popped the Bang-o-Lure once and a huge bass erupted out of the water.
It was a fight, but I landed the big monster fish and, to my surprise, from its mouth I retrieved my lure, a short piece of 2x4, a small wasp nest with wasps still clinging to it, two blue birds and a swallow.
Finally, I got a tale told and nobody interrupted me.