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Then there was this time I had been hauling water buckets to my Grandfather's still all day .... and I thought I was old enough to finally get into some finished product that night. So I snuke a jar down to the lake to run the trotline that night. I was 13. So my dumbass is fishing, at night, like I had been doing since I was eight years old .... in this 1955 14' Duracraft aluminum boat with a 3hp Johnson on the back .... and I am puttering along drunker than scooter brown ... and I run under this dock and knock myself out colder than a cucumber. Well, when it happened I was in the cove in front of the house but the boat kept going and I ended up all the way across the lake a few mikes away ..... this was way back before Lake Murray was resort lake .... it was 370 miles of shoreline fishing lake back then. But when I'm not hone by midnight my oldest brother comes in from a date and sees that I'm not in my bunk so him and my other brothers walk down to the lake and see the boat still gone so .... well, they got Dad involved. Dad got his game warden friends involved ... that expanded, everyone figured I was either disobeying Dad and had gone up the river for the big catfish, or I had drowned. Long story short .... they found me in the bushes across the lake still knocked/passed out about 4:AM .... boat had run out of gas. I had this abrasion on my forehead that looked like tire marks .... Mom was relieved. Dad was pissed. My brothers thought it was funny because they knew I was going to get an epic arse beating. .... and I did.

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Posted by Old Sarge

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Posted on 7/11/15 at 11:54 pm to Old Sarge

Ok, no way I can top rooster, but he inspired me to participate.

When I was about 13-14 my buddies dad dropped us off to tent camp at their families deer lease for the weekend. He unloaded our stuff and then went to the back of the truck and got a case of Bud out and set it down. Said to my buddy "your mom doesn't need to know about this" and drove off.

Their family owned a bud distributor so I guess it was a family right of passage....

So dusk comes and we are as drunk as Boudreaux and shooting and any noise in the brush we hear(thank goodness a 22 can't hurt a cow) We build a huge arse pile of dead wood for a fire but can't get it to light. So we decide to douse it with Coleman fuel from the cook stove. We're thinking it will be like lighter fluid.......wrong. It's as flammable as gasoline. I lean in with a burning paper plate to light it up and BOOM. So there I am on fire running for the creek and dropping and rolling on the ground in cow patties.

Buddies dad shows up two days later and my face and arms are bright red from second degree burns with no arm hair or eyebrows, all of my dark brown hair has white tips....that sucker laughs all the way back to town