The biggest prankster and joker I have ever met in a hunting camp was a guide.
He was great. He kept everyone in good spirits when the weather sucked and the game wasn't moving. He got me good a couple times. Sadly he is retired now. The hunts I went on with him were some of the most memorable hunts of my life. Great hunting and lots of fun at camp.
I always tipped him real good. One year after I was done loading up I pulled him aside like always so I could slip him his tip and say goodby. Like always I had a wad of cash folded up to hand him. That year the wad was larger than it had been in the past. He did a quick thumb roll over it and his eyes got huge. It was double what I had ever given him before.
I made it to the state line before he realized the half of the bills were photo copy's of $100 bills.


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