THE SPORT OF COMMON FOLK
It’s kind of a secret sport, even hillbillies don’t speak openly about it in mixed company. It’s a sport for poor folks and bored kids, the specific techniques are passed down from generation to generation… Admittedly it’s more of a pastime for boys than girls and my three girls weren’t remotely interested in passing on the skill, trait, or legacy.
While the sport can be played in some regions of the world almost year round, it’s more of a seasonal sport and the necessary targets or prey are usually in abundance in the summer time. For a lot of folks, it’s one of the things they dread about summer that ushers in heat, humidity, and the illusive mosquitoes.
The interesting thing about the poor folk sport is that the game is available anywhere and is equal to all walks of life regardless of social status. The sport that requires no equipment other than your hands is more easily played around farms and fields, but even the city slickers can get in on the action, especially where there’s lots of trash.
As I recall quite well, the game was introduced to me by my dad who grew up on a farm and the sport was demonstrated out of frustration on his part. Sophisticated folks can sometimes avoid the things that common folks can’t. Dealing with pesky flies is one of those type of things.
I remember my dad working outside with sweat running down the sides of his face and giant drops falling off the tip of his nose. It didn’t take long to figure out that flies like sweaty people along with trash and manure of all grades and types. When the pesky fly starts to pester, picking a fight, the heavyweight opponents, people like my dad, although a master of his craft, tried to wave off the smaller challenger.
I can’t remember how many times my dad tried to get a diligent fly to leave him alone, but once he was provoked the game was on… I watched the master snag flies off of his body, off of objects, and right out of thin air with his big ole’ once sharecropper hands. As a child of a common man, especially after I attempted it with no success, I was impressed. I guess you might say, “You can take the man out of the common, but you can’t take the common out of a man.” I’m still impressed…
I was so impressed with the skill, speed, and art of catching flies by hand I practiced it. Summer time was fly killin’ time and before I reached adulthood I was a master fly killer without the need of a fly swatter. Left hand, right hand, on something or right out of thin air, I could snag the little demons, but I added a new twist the sport of common folk; after I’d catch them I’d hurl them like a fastball pitch into a wall at point-blank range to hear their little bodies smash against the wall.
I guess that makes me a creative commoner… or not… It does make me a person who recalls humble origins and a man who valued the simple little things that seem crazy to some people, but were a lesson in making the most of any situation, thereby making every situation a cherished one… with a simple lesson to be told and shared…
Even if you can’t catch flies by hand…
bill (cycleguy)
Wednesday, July 24, 2013 @ 2:24 am
I’ve taken part in that sport. I never practiced it to be very good at it though. I would just love to have a “zapper” to get them little boogers. Flies are annoying, even as I ride they bug me. Does that mean i am riding too slow? 🙂
Floyd
Wednesday, July 24, 2013 @ 7:42 am
You know you might have something there, Bill. A riding fly killing concept… even harder… I like it! And sorry, yes; it could be you’re moving much to slow! Thanks, Bill.
Dan Erickson
Wednesday, July 24, 2013 @ 6:06 am
Fly catching? Not slapping them, but catching them in midair, right? That’s the sport I played. We don’t get near as many flies here as some places, so I don’t play as often. Fun post.
Floyd
Wednesday, July 24, 2013 @ 7:44 am
That’s the sport, Dan. It’s a pretty international sport… just needs some organization that’s all! Thanks, Dan.
Betty Draper
Wednesday, July 24, 2013 @ 7:14 am
In all countries this goes on, they learn at an early age, not just with flies but all ground or flying critter eventually gets put into a fire and eaten when nice and crispy. And kind worms, horse flies, beetles, spiders, lizards, small snakes, etc becomes the sport of boys…good training for bigger game such as wild pig, gators, fish caught by hands, bigger snakes, small deer caught with out guns, only homemade spears, all kind of birds. In the jungles all over the world men love to master their skills to hunt…and they too start with flies. Funny post Floyd.
Floyd
Wednesday, July 24, 2013 @ 7:46 am
I think the more bored a kid the better they become! It is a trait shared with all of the world… We’re not so different after all. Thanks, Betty. Tried to lighten it up after that last post.
David
Wednesday, July 24, 2013 @ 7:34 am
I’ve nabbed a fly or two and flicked it against the wall, sometimes the big ones only get stunned, a quick grab and a flush of the toilet finishes them off though.
We had a mild winter up here in our neck of the woods this year so the mosquitos and fleas are real bad this summer, especially the fleas. So my summer sports include extra baths for the dog and cat – yes, the cat – and cat-bathing is a not a sport for the faint of heart. Also, I’ve had to modify the tactics of fly nabbing for the smaller and more elusive mosquito to include random slaps of the face, legs and arms.
One last thing … Can anyone tell me what purpose mosquitos serve? 🙂
Floyd
Wednesday, July 24, 2013 @ 7:50 am
You gotta tip your hat to the guy who gives a cat a bath! Lets see, wet soft flesh and sharp cat’s claws… No thanks! Too funny, David! I too spend time slapping myself all over my body as the pesky mosquitoes fly away unharmed… I actually think I can hear them laughing! And no. I’ve asked myself the same question and can’t for the life of me figure out the purpose for the nasty mosquitoes… Maybe somebody else will know!
Lisa notes
Wednesday, July 24, 2013 @ 8:34 am
That’s a skill (art?) I never mastered. Or tried. ha. You’re right–maybe it’s more a boy thing? But yes, those simple little things can be filled with life lessons too. You’re good at spotting them for us. I would have missed this one on my own. 🙂 Thanks, Floyd.
Floyd
Wednesday, July 24, 2013 @ 9:35 am
Too funny, Lisa! Thanks for making me smile. I’m sure you would have missed it… and likely be better off for it! But thanks for always coming along, I appreciate it very much. Thanks.
tcavey
Wednesday, July 24, 2013 @ 1:48 pm
My spouse is good at catching flies, I suck at it.
The other day my toddler actually managed to hit a fly but his hit only stunned the fly.
Floyd
Wednesday, July 24, 2013 @ 6:01 pm
Wow! You gotta what they call one of them there gifted kids! I find it amusing and very interesting to hear others takes on such a right fielded subject! And… you just needed more practice! Thanks, TC.
tcavey
Thursday, July 25, 2013 @ 5:34 pm
I get plenty of practice here, I’m just slow 🙂
As for the giftedness (sp) of my son…yeah, it manifests itself in so many ways…one proud mama!
he he
Barb Raveling
Wednesday, July 24, 2013 @ 5:10 pm
ha – I never engaged in the sport (disgusting!), but I do remember working at a backpacking Bible camp when I was 19 and the boys playing the sport. One time they took a strand of my long hair, tied it around a live fly’s neck, held onto the other end, and watched the fly fly around in circles at the end of the leash. Ultra disgusting!
Floyd
Wednesday, July 24, 2013 @ 6:03 pm
It’s a rare occasion when I bust out laughing all alone, but by gosh you just did it! Too funny!!! Boys… Who says God doesn’t have a sense of humor?! That is to funny, I’m gonna have to share this one! Thanks, Barb. (email me secretly if you try it when no one is looking… no judging here…)
Barb Raveling
Wednesday, July 24, 2013 @ 7:14 pm
Haha, no, I don’t try it when no one is looking.
Floyd
Thursday, July 25, 2013 @ 5:24 pm
Yeah, it is pretty disgusting. Although if we’re some where and a fly is buzzing my wife she happily encourages me to use my skill on her behalf!
tcavey
Thursday, July 25, 2013 @ 5:35 pm
You should 😉
tcavey
Thursday, July 25, 2013 @ 5:38 pm
Floyd,
I burst out laughing while all alone the time…it’s a good thing no one can hear what’s in my head 🙂
Unedited version could sell millions.
Floyd
Thursday, July 25, 2013 @ 9:44 pm
Funny, it’s not just great minds that think alike, huh, TC? You crack me up!
David
Thursday, July 25, 2013 @ 8:15 am
My sons were doing the leash thing with fishing line just a couple of weeks ago. They’d catch a fly, put it in the freezer for a couple of minutes to “stun” it and then attach the fishing line. Fly-on-a-leash … boys will be boys!
Barb Raveling
Thursday, July 25, 2013 @ 9:23 am
Hmm, the old freezer technique. If I remember right, the boys at the camp did something tricky to stun the flies mid-air – finger flick sort of thing which is hard to describe. You’ll have to tell your boys to try it. 🙂
Floyd
Thursday, July 25, 2013 @ 5:44 pm
Yeah it’s like a snap the end of a towel only with the fingers and it knocks them out, like throwing them against the wall. Eventually they usually get back up to continue their evil haunting! Unless… well you know…
Floyd
Thursday, July 25, 2013 @ 5:37 pm
“Fly on a leash.” I’m not sure how my twisted mind missed out on that joyous event of hitching up the pesky fly to a leash? Man… I feel slighted… Too funny. Thanks, David. I’ll bet you didn’t know about putting a leash on a fly either did you?
Barb Raveling
Saturday, July 27, 2013 @ 5:13 am
🙂
Floyd
Saturday, July 27, 2013 @ 9:26 am
Right back at you!
tcavey
Thursday, July 25, 2013 @ 5:36 pm
part of me wants to say, “poor insects” but then I remember the pesky things flying around my head and I no longer pity them.
Floyd
Thursday, July 25, 2013 @ 9:45 pm
I’m getting old, but haven’t lost my loathing for the little devils…
Barb Raveling
Saturday, July 27, 2013 @ 5:14 am
Flies and mosquitos always bring out the nonChristian in me.
Floyd
Saturday, July 27, 2013 @ 9:27 am
I’m with you, Barb. They can turn me into Hyde in a nano-second…
Jillie
Wednesday, July 24, 2013 @ 6:30 pm
Oh Floyd…How I’ve missed you. And your artful words. I have been crazy-busy for a while now, with no.time.to.read.Floyd.!!! Mercy!
I am highly amused at this story. Are you sure we weren’t separated as children? This so describes, again, gross stuff that happened just like this in my family. I have a brother, who to this day, can snag a fly in mid-flight. He then slams the thing into a wall or into the floor. He likes to hear them “hit” the immovable and hard surface. Makes him laugh! Did I mention my brother is 58 years old?
Once, when our family was travelling down the highway, we 5 kids in the camper of my Dad’s old truck, (NO seatbelts or other restraint mechanisms in the good old days), my baby sister was screaming her little head off. I told her to lay down on the bed of said camper…close her eyes…and be very quiet; I had a “surprise” for her. Brother Mark snagged me a live fly…I pulled its wings off. I then told my poor, sweet 3-year-old sister to open her mouth ‘cuz I had a “special treat” for her!” Need I finish this pathetic story of my 6-year-old, sorry old self? “Carolynn” trusted me, and I did this awful thing! I live with the guilt to this day. That’s because my sister won’t let me forget it.
Hey, we poor folk of the 50’s and 60’s had to find some kind of cheap entertainment, right? Good Times!
Floyd
Wednesday, July 24, 2013 @ 6:41 pm
I have tears in my eyes from laughter!!! I think we must be related! Kids of the fifties and sixties were harsh! We did know how to have fun with next to nothing though didn’t we? Yeah, that’s one of those stories you’ll never live down! I have to say I’ve missed you too, sister! You have a way of wrapping up thoughts and adding an exclamation mark that only is genuinely Jillie. Thanks, Jillie. Laughter is good for the soul…. Not sure about flies though… !
Jillie
Thursday, July 25, 2013 @ 4:42 am
Well Floyd…I’m glad I could entertain you, even if for only a moment-in-time. See, I’m still finding cheap ways to entertain myself–by writing these true, but strange occurrences in my family life. I thought I might make you laugh with this one. My poor sister! The things I did to her! Did I ever tell you the one about holding a funeral service for her Barbie doll? Complete with shoe box, lined with dandelions??? Another time, perhaps. 🙂
Floyd
Thursday, July 25, 2013 @ 5:25 pm
Oh man! No wonder she won’t let you forget her childhood! No way she can! I have to say though, from a completely twisted perspective of our minds… that’s sheer genius! A funeral for her Barbie! Only you, Jillie. Only you!
Lynn Morrissey
Wednesday, July 24, 2013 @ 6:53 pm
OH Jillie! You are definitely so naughty! Is this one of those Princess Julie stories? Your poor little sister. It’s amazing that she has grown up to be normal! =]
Love you, Lady.
Lynni
Jillie
Thursday, July 25, 2013 @ 4:47 am
Oh Lynni—How I have missed you! Hope you had a glorious time on MY trip-of-a-lifetime, to MY England!!! 🙂
As far as my sister? She did anything but grow up “normal”. She has many “issues” today, AND IT’S ALL MY FAULT! Actually, it’s NOT all my fault, but I certainly contributed to her woeful state today. She’s working on it, though, and I love her to the moon and back!
Sooo glad to see you here!
Floyd
Thursday, July 25, 2013 @ 5:27 pm
Good for you, Jillie. To be loved “to the moon and back” is a blessing from God… That’s His kinda love…
Floyd
Thursday, July 25, 2013 @ 5:35 pm
Maybe you should have your sister look me up here so that her and I can commiserate about the abuse of our older siblings and the effects we still try to blame on them now!
Lynn Morrissey
Wednesday, July 24, 2013 @ 7:00 pm
So entertainingly told Floyd! How DO you do it?! =] Granted, I was not expecting to read about flies. They are so pesky. My husband can zap them, mid-flight, so truly this must be a male tale you are telling. Personally, I hate mosquitoes, and have been doing battle with them again, now that we’re home. Amazingly, we never saw one in the UK and were sitting outdoors at night *a lot*. But back to flies: I was reading Keller’s excellent book on Ps. 23 when I was away, b/c I was in the land of sheep, watching those fluffly fellows cotton-balling many a green-felted hill in England and Scotland. At any rate, Keller said that flies (and other insects) can literally drive sheep mad, when they lodge inside their heads and buzz around. The poor sheep frantically butt their heads into walls, etc., trying to drive them out. Good shepherds put oil over the noses of their sheep to keep the insects away. And I thought…..thank God for our Good Shepherd, whose Holy Spirit anoints our heads w/ oil, so the pesky flies of depression, doubt, disappointment, despair, etc., will not drive us mad. Only He knows how to swat mind-flies. Only He knows how to give us true peace!
Blessings to you, my friend, and may the flies of life not bug you! =]
Lynn
Jillie
Thursday, July 25, 2013 @ 4:52 am
This is a wonderful story, Lynni! What a great spiritual application! I’m going to remember this one next time I’m “depressed, doubting, disappointed or despairing”! Keeping the “flies” from buzzing ’round inside my head…I like that. THANKS!
Floyd
Thursday, July 25, 2013 @ 5:32 pm
I love the analogy and application, Lynn. Much wisdom and truth in that statement. He is our Good Shepard and His presence most certainly won’t share a mind with things that can rob us of our peace in Him.
I thought I needed to lighten things up after that last post. Glad it gave you a chuckle. Thanks, Lynn.
Jason Stasyszen
Thursday, July 25, 2013 @ 9:11 am
When you said you hurled it against the wall, I started laughing. I picture you like Bruce Lee or something. I remember sitting on my grandma’s porch transfixed by the bug zapper. We watched it for hours I think. Better than half the reality shows on TV now! 🙂 Thanks Floyd.
Floyd
Thursday, July 25, 2013 @ 5:40 pm
Seriously! Zappers are like watching a fish tank. It seems to glue the eyes and minds… As crazy of a pastime as it was, I think it was better and would be better than some of the electronic games kids of today are glued to. And yeah, light years beyond those nauseating reality shows. Good call. Thanks, Jason.
Michael Holmes
Thursday, July 25, 2013 @ 10:14 am
Fly catching? Now that is sport I was not aware of till today lol! Man Floyd I’m learning more and more about your talents everyday 😉
Floyd
Thursday, July 25, 2013 @ 5:47 pm
It’s not exactly a revered sport, I admit, but one worth learning for bored kids! As crazy as it sounds, it really did make me work on using and generating speed. I just didn’t know it at the time! Yup. Not too many things off limits around here, Mike! Thanks for bringing a smile to my face, brother. Lighthearted ones are fun now and then.
Mia
Thursday, July 25, 2013 @ 11:32 am
Dear Floyd
Oh, I can just see in my minds eye these poor flies being caught and squashed against the wall! You mean to say that if this sport was a Olympic Chapionship sport, you would have won the gold medal easy peasy. I am now just pulling your leg. You know, Floyd, once we start walking with our Pappa and live in Jesus, all the things we used to consider smart and glamorous, lose its shine and appeal. Simplicity and humility become the things we start to value. Even “common” things like catching flies. I really enjoyed this post and, by the way, I have still not mastered this skill and that not for a lack of trying.
Blessings XX
Mia
Floyd
Thursday, July 25, 2013 @ 5:52 pm
I’d like to think that I’d have been a champion! I can almost see this as some type of a skit on a comedy show! Two people talking seriously about the techniques of catching flies!
I agree, Mia. Even the smallest of things related to our lives that are a gift to us and to our Father are worthy and fun to share. I’ll bet your boys are good at it! You might have to have them give you a few lessons! Keep me posted on your progress, sister! Thanks for the kind and wise words, Mia.
Hazel Moon
Thursday, July 25, 2013 @ 9:54 pm
Using a fly swatter works best for me. My brother would be right there with you as he was the bug and spider person. As a child he would catch the bad bugs from my Mom’s roses and toss them into the spider’s web and then watch the spider feats
Hazel Moon
Thursday, July 25, 2013 @ 10:00 pm
feast 0h my fingers will not spell correctly half the time. I sure do like spell check on word!!
Floyd
Friday, July 26, 2013 @ 7:32 am
I knew what you meant. And I’d be really lost without spell check. I don’t know what happened, I seemed to be a good speller when I was younger, but now? I’m really bad…
Floyd
Friday, July 26, 2013 @ 7:31 am
That’s a sure way to learn the truth of this world! I did some things similar to that. It is amazing to watch the small world of insects. They don’t have much in the way of mercy! A fly swatter is like fishing with dynamite! These days I’m just happy when the lithe devils are leaving me alone! Thanks, Hazel.
Chuck Allen
Friday, July 26, 2013 @ 6:13 am
Growing up out in the country, I can relate to this game. I was never very good at it though. I usually admit that I have the reflexes of a very fast slug. 🙂
Floyd
Friday, July 26, 2013 @ 7:35 am
Oh don’t think I didn’t miss my fair share of the flying menaces. That’s the category my reflexes fall under these days! I’d have to back down if challenged by a fast slug! Thanks, Chuck.
Dan Black
Friday, July 26, 2013 @ 7:57 pm
Good thoughts. I really hate flies, they are so annoying. This made me remember about growing up and my neighbor paid me 5 cents every snail I got around their house/garden. I got a lot of money to but candy with those days:) Good memories.
Floyd
Saturday, July 27, 2013 @ 9:26 am
You got paid to snail hunt? You seriously are a natural born salesman! Flies; little demons! Thanks, Dan.
Dan Black
Saturday, July 27, 2013 @ 9:04 pm
Yep! I earned a lot of nichels:) It was a dream job for a young child!
Floyd
Sunday, July 28, 2013 @ 10:10 am
Yeah! Doing what you love and getting paid for it! Funny, that’s the direction your heading as an elder as well… Interesting… Good for you, Dan. You learned young.
Kathy
Saturday, July 27, 2013 @ 5:41 pm
My grandfather could catch flies out of the air. I never managed even one. I can’t even imagine moving my hands that fast in the air. Great post. I enjoyed the memory of my grandfather it brought back. Kathy
Floyd
Sunday, July 28, 2013 @ 10:05 am
Isn’t it amazing how even the seemingly least significant things in life God can use as a beautiful gift? Amazing… Glad this brought back wonderful memories of a loved one. Thanks for stopping by and sharing, Kathy. It’s good to have you.