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To: Big Dog who wrote (23572)	6/7/1998 2:04:00 AM
From: Douglas V. Fant	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 95453

Big Dog, Ol' Boudreaux is sittin' in a bar in southern Louisiana whoopin' it up, when his friends come a' bustin' in... "Boudreaux we got good news for ya and bad new for ya." Boudreaux say, "Well hit me wi da bad news- what is it?" "Boudreaux we found your wife stark naked, stone cold dead floatin' face down in Calcasieu Bayou!" "Well what's da good news???" She had twelve blue crab on her, and we gonna run her again tonight!" ____ Tonight I was drivin' eastward into New Orleans- had to take a leak. In the Atchafalaya Swamp west of the Crescent City, I-10 is generally an elevated causeway, so there are not a lot of exits off of I-10. So pulled off at the La Place exit about 25 miles west of the Big Easy.. That's a good place to take a leak, as the road curves and is banked. So you can't be seen, but you can see car lights coming from a long way away. Twilight in the swamp- you gotta' be careful where you're stepping. So I barely get out of my car- about two feet outside of my open door, start to take a leak. Whilst I am enjoying myself, suddenly out in the swamp about 25 yards away in the foot or so of water around the base of the Cypress Trees, I hear splashing of footsteps, something coming at me. Suddenly it starts moaning in a high shriekish sound. I'm still not sure what it was but I think that I was charged by a Nutria- God knows why. Panicking and trying to beat a hasty retreat, I stumble backwards and trip peeing all over myself, and then fall backwards into my car- and my head hits my parking brake- which releases- and the car starts to roll down hill backwards with my feet still hanging out the open door. I manage to control the car, but I drive about three hundred yard before I stop again and dry myself off and fix my jeans. Damn! Killer Nutria! A harrowing experience at dusk along Interstate 10.....(Had me shakin' like a Hound Dog passin' peach pits). Sincerely, Joe Doug