About this same time I met a fellow in the neighbor and for some reason, I don’t recall why, but we did not hit it off so good. While at another boy’s house he showed up and it was on. I figured I’d be safer if I was in my own yard. That is after I pushed him down and ran, which really didn’t make it any better, he got up and was coming after me. That is until he met the clothesline. I ducked and it caught him in the throat and it just knocked the wind right out of him. Anyway, I made it to my yard and was safe for now. Howevery, that's not the end of that story. It was not long before he showed up at my yard, and the fight was on. I’d been thinkin’ about what to do, because I knew he was pissed. Come to think of it he was pissed when I met him. The war continued and me and him fought like cats and dogs all around my yard. We fought till we could not fight any more. Finally, after all that he called me friend, and I called him friend, and we were truly best of friends up until he was killed at age 54. I knew him as Bobby Sapp for most of that time. Later he found out when he went into the service his real name was William Robert Heveder.
Anyway, once we became friends, we’d hang out at my fort and it was thier that he saw all of my critters and he got the idea he would raise rabbits and get rich also. And raise rabbits he did. I never saw so many rabbits in one place in my life. You got to know that his backyard was real small compared to what I had for yard. We actually had two lots and so I had one lot for all of my stuff. But…Bobby didn't think about that. Those rabbits dug holes all over his yard and into all the neighbors yards. They even dug holes all the way to the street. Them was some diggin’ rabbits. Day after day all these baby rabbits would come out of those holes and there was hundreds of them. Needless to say, Rubye, his mom, was not as easy as my mom, because once she started clearing out rabbits she didn’t stop till they were all gone. She had heard enough from all the neighbors and trying to hang up clothes on the line was next to impossible without stepping of rabbits. Well, Bobby didn’t become rich selling rabbits. I’m not really sure what Rubye did with all them rabbits. Time marches on….
Roy Underwood was born in 1947 Jacksonville, Florida. He is a devoted patriot who served during Vietnam and later ran for both Congress and State Representative. Roy is currently Founder and CEO of Misty Mountain Inc. A family run business since 1993 that specializes in the sale of fish and pond products, as well as home and office water and air purification systems.