<TITLE>15. Par 49-52</TITLE>L-49 Now, there was... Mr. Wood and I was squirrel hunting. As you know, I'm--I like to hunt. And so we were squirrel hunting together down in Kentucky, about two years ago now. I' d come in on my vacation that fall. And I've hunted in Africa, India, and all over the world nearly, but I--just give me a foggy morning in August, or sometime up in--with a .22 rifle.
And so then, I just love to hunt squirrels. And we were down in Kentucky on a two weeks' stay, and it got real hot. Now, you--you Californians may not know what I'm speaking about, when the leaves and everything's so hot... And the--and you step on there, and them little gray squirrels...
And we only shoot the eye only, at fifty yards. If he's forty yards, we back off to the fifty yards, and shoot at the eye. If they don't... If it strikes below his eye, or above his eye, I'm going to change the rifle. There's something wrong. And so we stay right with it. That's the way... I've tried to train myself to that, to shoot exactly to the spot.

L-50 And so, then, well up there camping, and it got so awful hot. And them little gray squirrels. You talk about Houdini a being an escape artist; he's a minor to one of them. Just strike a little brush, and he's gone.
You all know Brother G. H. Brown. Just ask him about it one time. We've hunted together. So then... And I tease him about that old automatic shotgun his wife bought him, you know, about twenty years ago, so--shooting squirrels with a shotgun.

L-51 So then, we were hunting, and there was... Brother Wood said, "You know, Brother Branham," he said, "over here at a certain place there's some hollows." I don't think you have them in California. It's down, down way down where the creeks run down through and makes it damp. Up on the flat ground, you touch that brush, and they're gone. You can't get on them, for... They go two or three hundred yards away. They're gone that quick.
So then, we said, "We'll go over here, and see if he will let us hunt. He has about five hundred acres."
And I said, "Well, that'd be fine."
So we went down--not nice roads like you have here but through hog paths, and everything else, through brush, over hollows, till we got in there. He said, "Now, there's just one defect about this." Said, "This old man," said, "he's an infidel. And, oh, he's rough."
I said, "Oh, I--I'll just let you do the talking." So I set in the little truck, and we drove up to a white--nice white house, way back down at the foot of a big hill, and--and a big weed field and a corn patch on this side. We drove up. There was two old men setting out there, very Kentucky. And Kentucky has its own way of living, you know.

L-52 Brother David, back there, the Greek brother said, "Brother Branham, I listened to your tape." Said, "I..." This is kind of awful to say this after breakfast. He said, "You mentioned a hair in the biscuit." Said, "I've looked. I can't find what that is."
And I said, "That's just Kentucky (You see?), hair in the biscuit." I said, "Don't try to find that in the dictionary 'cause it won't be there." I said, "In Kentucky..."


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