Pat...don't know if it was that still hunt and setting in a
the dry gravel bed and high grass behind that foreman's house down off the river or if they got inside the cabin and got me while I was sleeping.

Heck if I really know. I never felt the sting and I was stone cold sober.Hmmm...maybe I'm now on to something.

It's just 6 bites,man. 6 big, weird ones

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