Favorite Justin Wilson Stories

[Houdini]

This thread is dedicated to Lepplady

Justin Wilson was a long time host of "Cooking Cajun" and he always had a story to tell in a Louisiana cajun accent. One of my favorites follows:

A Game Warden always noticed that Old John always caught his limit of fish. One day he finally asked Old John how he always got his limit. Old John invited him to go along. It wasn't long til they got to Old John's favorite spot and anchored. Old John
reaches down into his tackle box and pulls out a stick of dynamite...lit it and threw it in the lake. KA-BOOM
Now there's fish floating all over the place. "Whoa" said the warden "that's illegal". Well, Old John just reaches in and pulls out another stick. He lights it and throws it in.
KA-BOOM, more fish! The Warden starts giving John the third degree, "John, I am going to have to arrest you if you do that again. It's illegal to have dynamite, let alone use it for fishing". While the warden is giving him the third degree, Old John just reaches in the tackle box and pulls out another stick of dynamite, lights it and tosses it to the Warden and said "Now, you gonna talk all day or fish"?

Houdini in Omaha

 

[HollyGolightly]

I loved watching him. Here's one of my favorites.

It's just after closing time, and an old Cajun who's just spent too much time and money in the local bar is taking a shortcut through the cemetery. It had been raining earlier in the evening (when decent people were already in bed), and his less than sober condition isn't helping. As he's stumbling and sliding through the plots, he comes upon a freshly dug grave, awaiting a burial the next morning, and, as expected, he falls in.
He tries to stand up and climb his way out of the hole, but isn't able to stand, let alone climb, so he lies back down and starts to cry, "Hep me! I'm cold! Hep me, I'm cold!"
This draws the attention of another late-night rambler. Being slightly less inebriated and slightly more sure of foot, he picks his way thorough the headstones, growing ever closer to the source of the sound.
"Hep me! I'm cold! Hep me, I'm cold!"
Finally, he reaches the open pit, and in the shadows sees the form of a man lying on the ground.
"Hep me! I'm cold! Hep me, I'm cold!"
"Of course you are! You done kicked all your dirt off!"

 

[Houdini]

I loved watching him. Here's one of my favorites.

It's just after closing time, and an old Cajun who's just spent too much time and money in the local bar is taking a shortcut through the cemetery. It had been raining earlier in the evening (when decent people were already in bed), and his less than sober condition isn't helping. As he's stumbling and sliding through the plots, he comes upon a freshly dug grave, awaiting a burial the next morning, and, as expected, he falls in.
He tries to stand up and climb his way out of the hole, but isn't able to stand, let alone climb, so he lies back down and starts to cry, "Hep me! I'm cold! Hep me, I'm cold!"
This draws the attention of another late-night rambler. Being slightly less inebriated and slightly more sure of foot, he picks his way thorough the headstones, growing ever closer to the source of the sound.
"Hep me! I'm cold! Hep me, I'm cold!"
Finally, he reaches the open pit, and in the shadows sees the form of a man lying on the ground.
"Hep me! I'm cold! Hep me, I'm cold!"
"Of course you are! You done kicked all your dirt off!"

LOL! I remember this story! Thanks for the reminder

Houdini in Omaha

 

[Lepplady]

Aww! Sweet!

I'm from Ohio. A family friend up there married a guy with a thick Cajun accent. Nobody could understand a thing he said. But I've gotta say it. The longer I'm down here, the more sense that guy makes.

 

[GNTLGNT]

 

[mustangclaire]

This sounds like a show I'd like!

 

[Houdini]

This sounds like a show I'd like!

You can catch some of the shows on youtube

Houdini in Omaha

 

[Houdini]

Boudreax and Tibodaux go hunting with Boudreax's new labrador hunting dog. Man Tibodaux this is the best Dad Gum dog I ever had. He's so smart I can send him out to a pond and he'll come back to us and tell us how many ducks are in dat pond. Tibodaux looks at Boudreax like he's plum crazy, "Well I ain't never hurd of such a ting, forgive me Boudreax but I just don't believe you" "Man I'm sure sorry to hear that, I guess I'll just have to showed you".

Boudreax goes and gets his black labordor hunting dog out ot the truck, grabs him by the collar and whispers something in his ear. That little hunten dog gets all excited, jumped up and schoom! ran full bore speed into the marsh. A couple of minutes later that dog comes back, ARF wags his tail a bit and another ARF. What that crazy dog doing Boudreax? He's telling me that there is one duck in that there pond, man you still crazy as far as I can see, I just don't believe you.

Boudreax grabs the dog, whispers something in the corner of its ear and sends the dog to the pond on the other side of the road. Couple of minutes later the dog comes back, gets all excited ArF, ArF and wags his tail. See I told you Tibodaux, there are two ducks in that pond. Man my friend that dog is amazin, never seen dat before, I garontee. Tell him to go see how many ducks are in that pond over there.

Boudreax grabs the collar of the black labador hunting puppy, whispers in his ear and schoom off he runs again into the marsh. This time a bit of time passes when finally out comes the dog all excited. The hunting puppy picks up a stick and starts swing it around, beating the side of the truck and just going crazy. Man Boudreax, your dog dun went crazy what's wrong wit him, heen?

Der aint a damb ting wrong with dat dog hes just trying to tell us "There so many ducks in that pond you can't shake a stick at em"

Houdini in Omaha

 

[Houdini]

justin wilson youtube - Bing Videos

Houdini in Omaha

 

[pegasus216]

I used to love watching him. Wine went into everything!