blade310
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Hey ole buddy, I wasn't blessed with any of that special E.S.P.N stuff but I keep gettin' the feelin' that your fingers are gettin' the itch to pound one out on the keyboard . I know you gotta have a billion of em just waitin ' around the corner. I used to go with my brother Rick once in a while to check his muskrat traps. He taught me how to skin one. I even skinned a dead mouse once just to see if I could do it. I know he could tell dozens of tales about his trappin days. One night we sat out on the hood of his car in the middle of the night in the dead of winter, playing a cassette of a baby fox in distress, tryin' to call one in. It didn't happen that night but he got a couple that way. What do ya think Mud,stirring up any memories Ok ok may be this will stir somthing up. my older brother Rick and I were tossing those chewy gummy candies that are/were sugar coated,at each other and we had to catch them in our mouths with out touching them with our hands. Mom had given us a few apiece and now we were out so Rick went in to swipe a few more. This was at the house in Summit county. while he was inside I went around to the spigot and made a couple tiny mud balls real quick . Rick come out and handed me a few and we paced off again. We tossed a few back and fourth for a bit. and I took one of the mud balls and got ready to toss it. I was laughing out loud but I tossed it and it went right into his mouth and he bit down on it Score one for me. I imagine Rick chased me around the yard till he caught me and then probably punched me good and hard in the arm a couple times.... Anthing Mud? Fingers crossed and such