Our guys were legendary for the classic snipe hunt. I can't even tell you how many "newbies" found themselves back on the end of some logging road, bent over holding a burlap sack and blowing a whistle waiting for the snipe to be driven to them. And before you ask, no I never fell victim to this prank. I'd heard about it before my dad tried to convince me I HAD to do it. I went along, but double timed it back to the truck and was standing there waiting on the guys when they showed up,convinced that I would be several hours late walking back to camp.
