
Cousin Dave reports as follows:
It could happen!
My dad [Gene] had the responsibility one year of getting a huge turkey
for a Sampson family gathering of all his brothers and kids at our house. Mom
kept reminding him of this as Thanksgiving day grew nearer. My dad finally got
tired of her reminding him about the sixth time she did so, and he said – or
rather shouted – something at her like “Goddamn it Kathleen; don’t remind me
any more. I will take care of it!!!!”
Well, sure enough, Dad woke up the day before Thanksgiving and
remembered he needed to get the turkey – which he, of course, had forgotten
about. Realizing he would have been a dead man for certain if he hadn’t
remembered, he went down to the market and found out, much to his chagrin, that
all the larger turkeys had been previously sold. He then had to drive about 30
miles from Coos Bay to a turkey ranch in Bridge, Oregon, where he hoped the
turkey rancher, an old friend of his, might still have a turkey or two for
sale. When he arrived, his friend told him he was out of luck; he didn’t even
have any brood stock left; all were gone and for dad, it looked like all was
lost.
His friend then said, well, what about a big piglet? I have a few
that weigh about 40 pounds and that ought to be enough for Thanksgiving dinner,
and ham is as acceptable as turkey, isn’t it? Dad bought that premise in an
instant and profusely thanked his friend for saving the day, and, perhaps, his
life. With that they went over to the sty, and dad and the farmer went in to
select the piglet. Dad looked around, and then, looking at the biggest of the
bunch, pointed at it and told his friend the turkey rancher, "I will take
this one."
As dad bent over to pick the piglet up to carry it over to be
slaughtered, the piglet suddenly swerved away, turning rapidly around, and then
charged dad, opening his mouth to show a gigantic set of fang-like teeth, and
bit him on the leg above the ankle. Dad screamed out and kicked his foot out as
hard as he could, trying to dislodge the piglet’s giant teeth from his ankle.
This violent kick sent my mom flying out of bed onto the floor
where she woke up, stunned as to why Dad had kicked her out of the bed.
The
first and final paragraph in this story of Sampson lore are absolutely true.
Dave
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