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« Reply #20 on: January 20, 2010, 08:35:12 pm » |
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One of my hunting buddies, a mexican fellar, who we had nicknamed Bad Luck Santos. Always carried a small rock in his pocket for good luck. We couldn't catch a pig with him for nothing. One afternoon we loaded the dogs and headed out to hunt. On the way he got the rock out and was rubbing it, I asked him to let me rub it also for luck. I just pitched it right out the window doing about 60. Boy was he PISSED, but he caught his first pig that night. You should have seen him dancing around the pig like it was a sombero. I wish I had gotten I picture.
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