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Tim died a long time ago.

He's the only one that knows this.

Why we were at the park? ten miles away?

Why they drained the lake?

Why we went ass-deep in the muck, to get 147,000 pucks?

Why we went back, for ten miles, came back with duffle bags, to get 147,000 pucks.
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I've caught blue-crabs, at the boat docks, with string and chicken-necks. A bucket-full will fill everyone's belly.

I've caught crawdads, in Texas, where they come up in people's swampy backyards. I think it was bacon-on-a-string.

Not really a meal. But some big ones, with Old Bay.
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They once asked at Mom's home-farm-house (all my sister's friends), if they could have a pig roast. (TX)

Mom loved this stuff. Yes.

They brought in a bobcat, digging a hole next to the pond. It's on. Mom said, "Wha?"

Set the mesquite-charcoal-whatever fire the next day, in the hole.

Let it cook for a day.

Brought in the pig on a forklift. dump. Buried him with shovels.

Three days (?). Cook.
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