to true oilman all to true. A story told to me by a older gentle man about he and his best friend in the upper lower part of Mich. After their first day out in the woods they stopped at a tavern for a bite to eat and as they sat there eating a table of nearby deer hunters (probably from Detroit) (In his words not mine) who were well oiled and getting loud as one asked if anyone had seen any and one guy says I took a couple of sound shots. My friends friend , his name was George, got up and approached asking where they were hunting that day. And Mr. sound Shots says off by such and such road. George looked at him and said you son of a b.... that was me you shot at and busted his nose. My friend said they weren't even within 20 miles of where the guy said he was. But on the other hand what or who did make that sound that idiot shot at?Information
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