l.lyle
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My non-vascular plant professor was an Indian lady. She said, Whoo, don't eat m'shrooms, dey'll dwive you cwazy. Years later I was standing around a corn field in September so called "dove hunting". Well this car stopped on the other side of the hedgerow and lets a fellow out who jumps the fence on the other side of the road into a cow pasture. I'm quite certain he was going to hunt for those pink topped shrooms what grows in cow turds. By and by, a flock of doves came in and we cut loose, well he took off towaeds some woods and the car took off. So, we sat sweating the rest of the afternoon but little did he know that field was on a wood duck roostin flyway. So we stayed till dark and the crackers in the car every so often came haulin ___ by hoping he had come back out to the road. About half hour before sunset the sand knats started up, bad, real bad, the worst! I recalled my Prof's advice. If he wasn't already cwazy, I'm sure them sand knats finished him off.
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