Bim
By
Chris S. Coray, The Unmuddled Mathematician
When I was 16 years old my dad
bought a membership in the Chesapeake Duck Club near Corinne, Utah. The club rules allowed the sons of members to
hunt with their dads. The hunting was
great but what I remember now aren’t the ducks and geese but the old guys whom
I got to meet, hunt with, and observe as they socialized, hunted, and told lies
to each other. They were all characters.
The following story is true,
witnessed by me, and it is about C.H. Myers, called Bim by all who knew
him. He was 75, weighed about 130 lbs,
and was almost always as excited as a 5 year old on Christmas morning. When he got all his cold weather gear on he
sort of just disappeared in it. It was
hard to find him in his down cocoon.
One afternoon in the tired old
club house Bim was using the bathroom.
Unfortunately for him as he flushed the toilet he had a violent
sneeze. Out came his false teeth, both
tops and bottom, and down the toilet they went.
I told you he was excitable and this set him off at the top end of the
scale. He ran, in the style of a 75 year
old guy, around the club house and made unintelligible sounds that all sounded
like “Mmmmmm!, Nnnnnnn, Mmmmmm” to me.
Remember, he now had no teeth so his gums did a poor job of helping with
diction. Reasonable grown men eventually
intervened and were able to settle him down a little. After about 10 minutes and with the aid of
pencil and paper we learned the story. By now Bim had begun to regularly smack his gums which made a sound like
that of pulling a vacuum sealed rubber cup off of a smooth floor.
All was not lost, however. This was 1959. It turns out that the sewage did not go into
a septic tank or a sewer. It just ran
through a pipe and ended up in part of the slough that made up the
Chesapeake. Bim’s hunting partner
thought all might be rescued. He put on
a pair of chest waders and got a fairly fine meshed net. Then he waded out into the marsh and put the
net over the outlet pipe leading from the bathroom to the swamp. We began to flush the toilet over and over
again and wouldn’t you know it after a while the net contained both the top and
bottom set of teeth. When the hunting
partner brought them inside the club house Bim could scarcely contain himself. He immediately grabbed the teeth and started
to reinsert them in his mouth. Cooler
and quicker heads prevailed however, and we stopped his arms in midair and in
time. It was explained (with some
difficulty) to Bim that it might be a good idea to wash the teeth off and disinfect
them before reinsertion.
A glass full of bourbon whiskey
was obtained. The false teeth were
thoroughly washed and then placed in the alcohol. Bim paced around the table looking at his
teeth like my wife eyeing a Snickers bar.
Eventually, he was given the OK and Bim grabbed the teeth, inserted them
in his mouth, and immediately drank all the alcohol in the glass.
Sometimes I was sent out with Bim
to hunt, to be the muscle and provide safety.
I told you he was excitable. On
one particular goose hunt I stood 2 feet away from him in our blind as he
raised his gun to shoot some of the numerous birds that were flying that
day. On three consecutive flocks of
geese I watched this 75 year old man raise his pump shotgun, aim it, and then eject
3 brand new shells without ever pulling the trigger. Too much excitement.
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