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To: Neeka who wrote (108444)	11/22/2005 4:40:08 PM
From: Ish	Respond to of 225578

<<The property was on a cliff over looking the Atlantic Ocean. During prohibition the rum runners brought their booze ashore at the foot of the cliff and used the tunnel and crude elevator that had been built to bring it up to the gamblers in the casino.>> Were the tunnels still there? Would have been neat to see. My hunting property was between Havana and Bath in Illinois. Used to be 57 gambling and prostitution places in that 10 mile strip. 20 years ago there were guys who ran the places and were hunting guides and poachers back when still living. The Capone gang hunted ducks and bought them from the market hunters. Why? Because delivering two oven ready ducks to a family for Thanksgiving and Christmas got a lot of loyalty from the neighborhood people. I became good friends with Dale Hamm after he tried to cheat me out of $10,000 by trying to sell me 20 acres of federal land. I caught the error on the paper work and he threatened to sue. MY LAWYER said buy it or get sued, he was foggy in the head. The next year I ran into Dale at a hunter's breakfast and he said "damn, you caught me". Bought me bacon and eggs plus bisquits and gravy. I told him "Dale call me and you can have any duck blind on my place". And he tells me "If I didn't sneak in on your place it wouldn't be hunting". Back in the 50s he towed a jon boat to Chicago, bought a broken houseboat, parked the truck on the boat and towed it to Bath, about 175 miles, with a jon boat and a 20 horse. Turned it into a floating bar.