Jim and Nancy were visiting for the week end. Dad said, come on Jim we may need you too. They hopped in the old beat up truck of Dads. My brother-in-law Jim was driving, with dirt flying behind as they pulled out onto the gravel road. Dad looked over at Bob and Jim with a smile, you two scared of bees? They both looked a little puzzled. Bob said, not scared just don't like them. Jim said, I don't get close enough to be scared. Dad laugh at them both. They won't bother you if you move slow and stay calm.
About a mile down the road Dad told Jim to turn into a drive way of a old farm house. The house had broken shutters barely hanging on the windows and the white paint was almost gone from the old house. Boards needed to be replaced on the porch or you might fall through it. The old place looked run down with weeds and broken fences.
Old man Johnson stepped out his door and said drive on back behind the house and help yourself to as many as you want. I'd help you but my leg hurts real bad today. Dad thanked the old man, and told Jim to drive on behind the house. Jim drove the truck slowly through the tall weeds about two hundred feet behind the old house. Junk was piled all over the place. Dad told Jim to back the truck up close to the old white boxes. He wanted at least two boxes. There were about ten boxes with bees swarming around all of them.
They all got out of the truck. Dad walked over to one of the bee hives and started to lift it. It was heavier then it looked. He told Bob and Jim he needed help getting the box in the back of the truck. Bob and Jim were taking their time walking closer to the boxes, bees were getting more aggressive. They looked at each other and thought this is crazy.
Dad was getting impatient and grabbed the box, and tried to lift it in the back of the truck. The bottom of the box was wet, rotten and fell to the ground, bees went every where storming into the cab of the truck and all around the three of them. Bees were attacking by storm.
Bob and Jim froze and thought if they were very still the bees might settle down. As they were standing still bees got in under their caps and was buzzing around their heads. They were trying not to move but the buzzing sound was getting louder and louder. Bob knew the bees would start stinging them if they moved.
Bob and Jim stood it as long as they could. They both flinched from a bee thrusting his stinger into their flesh and then another bee sting and another, afflicting with sharp quick pain, on top of the head and on their ears, face, neck and arms. They both were feeling a keen burning pain. Until they could stand no more. Taking their caps off, both ran to get away from the bees.
My dad also feeling a keen burning pain, picked up the rest of the box of bees and managed to get it in the truck by himself. He also had bee stings all over his arms, face and neck. Breathing heavily he got in the truck and started it up. Then told the boys to get in, let's go.
Jim got in the truck, but when Bob saw all the bees buzzing around in the cab of the truck he told Dad that he wasn't riding home with all those bees. Said, he would just walk home. So Dad and Jim came home with the bees buzzing all around them. Dad parked the truck out in the Apple orchard where he lifted the busted box of bees out onto the ground with Jim's help. He then left the truck there until the bees settled down.
Dad walked to the house, and with a big smile said, Tina Marie you need to go up the road to pick Bob up. He wanted to walk back home. Didn't want to ride back with the bees. Dad was laughing now. You should have seen those two standing there covered in bees! It was so funny.
So I got in my car and went to pick Bob up. When he got in the car, the stings were already swelling.
Dad, Bob and Jim all had a lot of bee stings all over them. From the storm of bees!
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