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Columbus day, 1997.

Was out of work from doing some little piece of jail time. Courts had me in an outpatient treatment program. Fucking crooks! Scam!
Had nothing to do, but I did have two mescalin tabs. I ate them and got on my bike.

Had $36 dollars in my pocket.

Just before noon, hit the local pub (very small town Phelps, NY) and proceeded to drink a liter and half of "well" vodka.

Bike ride home was fairly down hill and roughly three miles or so.

I remember people in a field asking me if I was ok. I sort of remember falling off the bike a few times and hurting.
I wasn't answering, but smiling watching the clouds roll by.

Then I wake up around 2:30am in the local hospital. another po-dunk town next to where I was.
My fathers business was in between, everyone knew him. And me.

I get out of the bed and grab my back pack. I now have two security guards putting on leather gloves like they are going to put hands on me. I went to school with the one and the other was already afraid of me.

Then the cop comes in, local, graduated a year before me and was a pussy volleyball player. Fag.

He's trying to calm me down because all 6'2" 225lbs of me is starting to get upset.
I've never really been the biggest fan of people.
I ask him to grab me a sandwich, I'm hungry.
At this point I am not under arrest.

Well the sandwich from the vending machine was stale and dry.
I couldn't have hit the cop more squarely in the face with that fucking sandwich!

Both security guards tackled me. The cop jumped in.
Gotta admit, I did pretty well against three.

I did wake up pretty sore the next day in jail.

My father wouldn't post bail, nor get me a lawyer.

Third court appearance in shackles, still incarcerated.
The judge finally had to let me out, no fines, time served...

Outpatient treatment did not like me!!!
But that's for another time...
 
Back in high school my buddy and I would often go down to Grand Isle/Port Fourchon on the weekends to do some fishing. One time on the way up there I slaughtered a 10 foot alligator with a Toyota Camry.
 
Back in high school my buddy and I would often go down to Grand Isle/Port Fourchon on the weekends to do some fishing. One time on the way up there I slaughtered a 10 foot alligator with a Toyota Camry.
Theres a guy who works here from the South that says gator tail is excellent!
 
Theres a guy who works here from the South that says gator tail is excellent!
It's pretty good. To me it tastes a little like chicken, but gamey. I prefer it grilled over fried. There's a few restaurants around that serve it and a couple of local grocers that sell it. The store down the road from me had a couple of packs of green onion alligator sausage the other day. I didn't get any though, I was there to pick up chili fixins.
 
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I grew up in a house that had been built in the late 1800s. The plumbing was touchy at best. My uncle i mentioned before was actually younger than me (my stepdad was 6 years older than me..). We were really mean to the guy, but he pulled a lot of sneaky bullshit, so it is hard to say if I am a bully or he was asking for it.

Anyway, he hated his house, so he wiuld come down every weekend despite the abuse. When he would come down, he would often clog up the plumbing by stacking toilet paper up and flushing it. We had to throw it all away because there were so many roots.

My stepdad told him to stop putting toilet paper in the toilet or he wouldnt be able to use the indoor facilities. Andrew, my uncle, didnt listen. The next time he clogged it we took him outside

We lived on about 600 acres right along the wichita river and had a lot of junk lying around (we were kinda trashy). We liked to have strongman competitions and practice highland games, so we always had old tractor tires and we chose one for his new toilet and put some toilet paper on the side. It was a good compromise.

He must not have agreed because that night he again clogged the toilet. My stepdad told me to grab the spot light and to pull andrew outside. My stepdad, Tim, came out with a 22. He then told andrew to sit on a lead bucket right in front of the grain silo and shit. We were posted up about 40 yards away. I held that spot light on him and Tim proceeded to shoot the bucket while andrew was screaming. Several lead fragments ended up in his legs that night, but he never clogged the toilet again
 
I do as well.
Best ever though...grouse.

As long as we arent just mentioning red meat?

I also like lamb, when it gamey. Used to be able to find NZ lamb, not so much where I am now.

Other favs of mine include fresh oyster (and all kinds of fish/shellfish), foie gras, sevruga,... I make ceviche with local fish and shrimp.

Gonna pick up a bushel of fresh oysters later today, if I get there in time.
 
I also like lamb, when it gamey. Used to be able to find NZ lamb, not so much where I am now.

Other favs of mine include fresh oyster (and all kinds of fish/shellfish), foie gras, sevruga,... I make ceviche with local fish and shrimp.

Gonna pick up a bushel of fresh oysters later today, if I get there in time.
Ever have chargrilled oysters? That's one of my favorites.
Last weekend I did something similar, but used shrimp and crawfish instead of oysters. That came out really good too.
 
Ever have chargrilled oysters? That's one of my favorites.
Last weekend I did something similar, but used shrimp and crawfish instead of oysters. That came out really good too.
we just keep it simple, roast the live oysters on the grill in their shells. I add a little tabasco. I have a salt marsh next to my property for the shells. Quick and easy.
 
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I also like lamb, when it gamey.
More stuff we have in common. Lamb is my favorite. I have always had a taste for wild game and gamier meat in general. That doesn't mean I want to eat a 12 point swamp buck though. My deer tags arrived in the mail yesterday. Come monday, it's on.
 
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More stuff we have in common. Lamb is my favorite. I have always had a taste for wild game and gamier meat in general. That doesn't mean I want to eat a 12 point swamp buck though. My deer tags arrived in the mail yesterday. Come monday, it's on.

More bucks or doe tags?

I’m not going this year but our group got 6 buck tags and 1 doe… of course, they got a doe first day and have seen does everyday since.
… but No bucks?
 
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