About 2 hours into our Black Hills trip, my son shoots down in a drainage off the trail with a poor line and not knowing he was about to get sucked down in deeper snow than he expected. A bad spot, no way the two of us could get it out. I heard sleds coming on the trail above, so my son goes up to flag them down. 2 guys from Minnesota helped get it out of there. Talking and exchanging names afterwords it turns out they know people I know and they go deer hunting on land next to mine in north dakota and even knew where we were are buiding our house. Like they say it's a small world. Looks like I will have to supply a few drinks next Deer season.
it's a small world
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It was New Year's in Munich 1987, too cheap t get a hotel room, decided to sleep on the floor in the train station with my buddies from college waiting for a morning train out to Amsterdam. About 4am woke up and started talking to some gals that were doing the same. "where you from", "do you know so and so" and all that. What it came down to is that I visited my friend up at U of MN Duluth 2 years before and had a bit too much to drink during the visit. I ended up driving my 1976 International Scout (middle of January) right across campus, across the lawn/snow/sidewalks, bouncing around with about 10 other students who I didn't all know, in the back of the truck. Lucky I didn't end up in jail. 2 of these gals were in the back of the truck. None of us knew each other, but we all remembered the experience of the ride.
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