When I was a kid my dad would take us on Hickory huntin trips. He always knew where some good trees were. He'd make me and my brother stand back and then he'd throw a heafty stick up into the tree and knock down bunches of nuts. We would gather up many gunny sacks full, take em home, hull em and then LET THEM DRY for several weeks in the sun. We would spend all winter crackin em on the concrete floor of the basement and havin the best snacks and cakes you can imagine. Dang, talkin about it makes me hungry.
