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Pastimes : FLAME THREAD - Post all obnoxious/derogatory comments here -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Blue On Black who wrote (6042)	9/16/1998 5:47:00 PM
From: Mr.Manners	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 12754

Lee, I see Lowrent over there... Sir Larry, hey Lowrent look at that.. plucking at that Intel coop again.. here let me be the first to throw a stone (how appropriate).. .....bingo!... bukeck!.. bukeck! you're right Lee, this is pure entertainment.... though myself I always preferred throwing pebbles at the piggies.. and... hey, that reminds me.. I better watch what's going on at that AZNT Chicken Plunking Thread King Kasha for Pres

To: Blue On Black who wrote (6042)	9/21/1998 12:30:00 AM
From: Druss	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 12754

To All: With the recent post of JC Boatwright mentioning Lake Texoma I was reminded of my own trips there when I was young and further living in Texas for five years. Since we have so many Southerners here on the Flame thread I thought I would share typical Southern experiences for those who have never been there. [These, as incredible as it might seem, are true]. Coon Dogs: We had a next door neighbor who was from Arkansas and an avid coon hunter. He had four sons and God knows how many coon dogs he kept in a pen in his backyard. His boys ranged from age 5 to 9 and if it is possible were less controlled than the damn dogs. Coon dogs are only good for hunting raccoons and in all other senses can only be valued in negative terms. They are incredible hogs, rarely ever obey a command and bay and howl whenever you don't want them to. I have heard them described as good with kids and I suppose that is true if you want the kids bit frequently and knocked sprawling anytime they are seen by the dog to have food in their hands to be stolen. My first hunting trip with our neighbor Sandy going coon hunting was typical. We were driving to where we were going to hunt in an old panel truck. I being the oldest kid at around age 11 was allowed to sit up front with Sandy and my Dad. In the back were Sandy's four boys and four or five coon dogs. I had never heard anything like it. The back of that truck sounded like a horde of Mongols were raping and pillaging a kennel. Finally Sandy said "I cain't take this no more." He then reached under his seat. My Dad and I were both expecting him to pull out a gun or at least a bullwhip to use on the back of the truck. Instead he took out a bottle of Jim Beam, took a swig, and then handed it to my Dad. "Ah That's better!" We proceeded on much relieved, or at least the adults were. They could have given me a tug on that whiskey. Coon dogs at Lake Texoma: Sandy's family, his brother-in-law's, and my family all went to the lake in a group one time. Sandy's brother-in-law Jesse had to leave late so we took his family up with us. That left no room for the coon dogs so Sandy talked Jesse into bringing the dogs up in his station wagon. Jesse was a sensible sort and hated coon dogs but agreed to do it. I didn't actually see this stuff happen but I got to hear about it in great detail from Jesse who would tell anyone who would listen and I saw the wounds so I am pretty sure it is true. Jesse decided to stop on the way to Lake Texoma as it was a two hour drive from our home. He didn't want the dogs messing in the back of his car. So he pulled over in this little park and let the dogs out. There was however a station wagon parked there with a couple of young girls changing into their bathing suits in the back. The owner had installed a curtain that they were using to shield them from view. Unfortunately the tail gate was down and they had a chocolate cake in the bake of the wagon. A couple of the dogs got a whiff of the cake and jumped up and in the wagon. The little girls were terrified of these huge dogs jumping in with them and began screaming. At this point Jesse took leave of his good senses and didn't just jump in his car and drive off. He ran over and tried to pull the dogs out while they were getting at the cake. Coon dogs being what they are one of the dogs bit him good while he was trying to control them. That was when the mother of the two girls came over and saw Jesse leaning into the back of the station wagon while her girls were screaming. She pulled out a comb and attacked Jesse from behind with the comb and her fingernails. She ripped his back pretty good and if she'd had one of the long pointy handled ones available back then she likely would have killed him. They did get it all sorted out and Jesse gave the mother some money to get a new cake. He got the dogs in the car and they smeared chocolate all over his car. The big problem as Jesse saw it was the dogs were so busy getting into the cake, they didn't have time to go to the bathroom. So they used his car. Jesse sure was testy with Sandy after he got to the lake. Druss