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<blockquote data-quote="criticalbass" data-source="post: 2190993" data-attributes="member: 711">But you can be happy if you&#039;re a mind to . . .----------------------------------------------------------------In 1971, a lieutenant stationed at Ft. Sill decided to go one on one with a buffalo (bison if we&#039;re splitting hairs) in the Wichita Mountains Wildlife Refuge.&nbsp; He never woke up.&nbsp; Lasted for an unknown number of years in a brain dead coma.&nbsp; One way to avoid Viet Nam, but not a good one.That same year, some guys I was working with were driving around in the Refuge, and not all of them were sober.&nbsp; &quot;Sh*t, I&#039;cn ride one &#039;o them buffalers.&quot;&nbsp; (As quoted by the allegedly sober driver.)&nbsp; Buffalo were down for the night.&nbsp; Idiot jumps on a big one, grabs it by the shoulder&nbsp; hair, and gets a hundred yard ride, whereupon he loses his grip and falls off.&nbsp; The gods were with him, and the buff kept going.I knew these guys pretty well, and their story hung together pretty well.&nbsp; Before they left town, they held what I believe to be an informal intervention in which they forced the idiot to confront his &quot;little drinking problem.&quot;&nbsp;&nbsp; Last I heard, he had joined AA and had his career back on track.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="criticalbass, post: 2190993, member: 711"] But you can be happy if you're a mind to . . . ---------------------------------------------------------------- In 1971, a lieutenant stationed at Ft. Sill decided to go one on one with a buffalo (bison if we're splitting hairs) in the Wichita Mountains Wildlife Refuge. He never woke up. Lasted for an unknown number of years in a brain dead coma. One way to avoid Viet Nam, but not a good one. That same year, some guys I was working with were driving around in the Refuge, and not all of them were sober. "Sh*t, I'cn ride one 'o them buffalers." (As quoted by the allegedly sober driver.) Buffalo were down for the night. Idiot jumps on a big one, grabs it by the shoulder hair, and gets a hundred yard ride, whereupon he loses his grip and falls off. The gods were with him, and the buff kept going. I knew these guys pretty well, and their story hung together pretty well. Before they left town, they held what I believe to be an informal intervention in which they forced the idiot to confront his "little drinking problem." Last I heard, he had joined AA and had his career back on track. [/QUOTE]

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