One of my fondest railroad memories was a rabbit / squirrel hunt I made with my friend Dennis Marks. Little was I to know that I'd be leaving Southern Illinois shortly afterwards and that we'd only have a handful of hunts together before he passed away a few years later.
We started down the railroad right of way that runs past Marion City Lake at daylight one morning just sort of looking for whatever game we could find. We missed a pair of doves as they crossed us first thing then got into a tree with a few squirrels working acorns and killed three.
After that the country opens up a bit and it's rabbits only till you hit more woods. We kicked and kicked but never moved one, were about to give up and move on to more timber and squirrels when we heard a train coming. We quickly started checking pockets for change like a couple of schoolboys and laid out several pennies and nickles on the tracks. The train passed by slowly and we gave a wave to the engineer then started looking and managed to find several of our coins nice and flattened out. I've still got one of the nickles in my box of keepsakes.
Destry
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I was as virtuously given as a gentleman need to be; virtuous enough; swore little; diced not above seven times a week; went to a bawdy-house once in a quarter--of an hour; paid money that I borrowed, three of four times; lived well and in good compass: and now I live out of all order, out of all compass. Falstaff - Henry IV
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