Down here in Cajun country we have really UGLY people. I used to see my neighbor, Thibodeaux, go out in the woods every morning and come back with a mess of squirrels, but I noticed he never took a gun with him.
One morning, I went out and met him and asked him if he was trapping them squirrels.
He said, "No, I just ugly them to death."
Well, I told him I never heard of such a thing and he invited me to come along and see how it was done.
Shortly after we entered the woods, we spotted a squirrel up in a tree. Old Thibodeaux gave a short whistle to get the squirrel's attention and when the squirrel looked, Thibodeaux squinched up his face and stared right at the squirrel.
To my amazement, the squirrel dropped out of the tree and hit the ground, dead as a doornail.
I told Thibodeaux, "It is hard to believe anybody can do that!"
He said that it was no big deal he knew lots of people that could do that. He said, "As a matter of fact, even my wife can do it."
"Well, why don't you let her hunt with you?" I asked.
Thibodeaux replied, "'cause she tears up the meat too bad."