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An old mountain farmer named Hugh Abernathy found himself a widower after many years when his beloved wife Betsy passed away. All the kids were grown and married with families of their own, so Hugh decided to take the first real vacation he had ever been on.
After talking with some other farmers who had gone places before, Hugh decided to go to Ireland. He bought his plane ticket and made his reservations, packed his bags, and departed on his adventure.
All went well on the plane ride over the Atlantic Ocean, and he made it to his hotel in one piece. Hugh looked around the village that afternoon, and happened across a poster advertising guided tours of the Irish countryside. That sounded like fun to Hugh, so he found the nearest telephone and arranged for a tour the following day.
During the tour, Hugh managed to get himself separated from the rest of the group. Never short on confidence, he took off walking down the road thinking he would eventually find the group. He came across an Irish farmer struggling with a horse in a field. Always the friendly sort, Hugh hollered and asked the man if he needed any help.
"This horse is stubborn as a mule," the man answered. "I can't get him down to the creek to drink some water."
Hugh climbed through the fence and walked up to the animal. He began patting its neck and cooing in its ear, and in a few minutes the horse began to walk toward the small stream and drank from it.
"That's amazing," the man said. "Let me pay you for helping me with that old nag."
"'Twarnt nothin," replied Hugh. "I been a-workin with hosses my whole life. Just have to sweet talk 'em sometimes."
The man was adamant that he reward Hugh in some way, so Hugh asked the man if he had something to drink.
"Aye, do I ever me bonny good man. Me own home brew no less. I'd be pleased to share a pint with ye of m'own beer, Himmake's. No finer brew will ye ever taste."
The two men walk to the small farmhouse, and the Irishman opens a bottle of his home made beer and offers it to Hugh. He takes one sip, and spits it all over the floor. "That's terrible. You actually drink this stuff?"
"Aye, me good man. It's the recipe me own fadder passed down to me when I was a wee lad."
"Well, it tastes like pond water, and I ain't about to drink it."
So Himmake pulled out a pistol and shot him dead.
The moral of the story: Hugh can lead a horse to water, but he can't drink Himmake's.
After talking with some other farmers who had gone places before, Hugh decided to go to Ireland. He bought his plane ticket and made his reservations, packed his bags, and departed on his adventure.
All went well on the plane ride over the Atlantic Ocean, and he made it to his hotel in one piece. Hugh looked around the village that afternoon, and happened across a poster advertising guided tours of the Irish countryside. That sounded like fun to Hugh, so he found the nearest telephone and arranged for a tour the following day.
During the tour, Hugh managed to get himself separated from the rest of the group. Never short on confidence, he took off walking down the road thinking he would eventually find the group. He came across an Irish farmer struggling with a horse in a field. Always the friendly sort, Hugh hollered and asked the man if he needed any help.
"This horse is stubborn as a mule," the man answered. "I can't get him down to the creek to drink some water."
Hugh climbed through the fence and walked up to the animal. He began patting its neck and cooing in its ear, and in a few minutes the horse began to walk toward the small stream and drank from it.
"That's amazing," the man said. "Let me pay you for helping me with that old nag."
"'Twarnt nothin," replied Hugh. "I been a-workin with hosses my whole life. Just have to sweet talk 'em sometimes."
The man was adamant that he reward Hugh in some way, so Hugh asked the man if he had something to drink.
"Aye, do I ever me bonny good man. Me own home brew no less. I'd be pleased to share a pint with ye of m'own beer, Himmake's. No finer brew will ye ever taste."
The two men walk to the small farmhouse, and the Irishman opens a bottle of his home made beer and offers it to Hugh. He takes one sip, and spits it all over the floor. "That's terrible. You actually drink this stuff?"
"Aye, me good man. It's the recipe me own fadder passed down to me when I was a wee lad."
"Well, it tastes like pond water, and I ain't about to drink it."
So Himmake pulled out a pistol and shot him dead.
The moral of the story: Hugh can lead a horse to water, but he can't drink Himmake's.
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