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To: Ish who wrote (658)3/2/2001 7:00:21 PM
From: Volsi Mimir  Read Replies (1) of 6901
 
I didn't know, I was kid from the woods just outside the suburbs, only time I ever rode before was camp and they were so tame they were like statues or a circus ride. Spending a summer on my Unc's ranch gave many
lessons,
and visiting after always got us laughing.
Now my Uncle Ben (god rest his soul) never believed
in a deer license. We, my dad and me on the road trucking,
stopped over to Roy's place and Uncle Ben was there and in the middle of a the usual drinking reunion, Ben says -hell,
lets get us some venison. It was dark and moon out and cold
fall night, Roy was driving his old beater chevy 4 door auto into the field (cuz it had a spotlight)and Ben, remembering the way they did this when all of them were young, laid and straddled the hood with a old 30 ot 6 that had the flat sides to the barrel and my dad and roy holding his feet thru the side windows. Me and Donnie were in the backseat wondering just how stupid we will grow up to be when they spotted the relection of eyes from the spot light. Roy hit the brakes and the field wasn't too smooth anyways and Ben flew off the hood and the gun stuck in the ground barrel first. And we was all laughing and he was yelling. Never did get venison that way, but Ben never got a deer tag when he did get one.
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