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This is a story from a guy I worked with for a couple of years 25 years ago.
I worked with a carpenter back in the late 90's named John, but he went by okie John. He was from a southern state (Oklahoma?) and looked and sounded like an okie John. One day in the lunch room okie John tells us this story without cracking a smile.
When he was in high school he would set traps out in the woods on his way to school and checked them on his walk home everyday. He wound up with a bobcat in a trap one day and he and his buddies put it a suitcase. They drove to the "ghetto" and set the suitcase next to a light pole at a busy intersection. He said they started walking away and a old POS 4 door caddy loaded up with brothers screeched to halt, one of them hopped out and snatched the suitcase and they hauled ass away. He said they made it about 1 block then the shit hit the fan and they all started bailing out of the car.
I worked with a carpenter back in the late 90's named John, but he went by okie John. He was from a southern state (Oklahoma?) and looked and sounded like an okie John. One day in the lunch room okie John tells us this story without cracking a smile.
When he was in high school he would set traps out in the woods on his way to school and checked them on his walk home everyday. He wound up with a bobcat in a trap one day and he and his buddies put it a suitcase. They drove to the "ghetto" and set the suitcase next to a light pole at a busy intersection. He said they started walking away and a old POS 4 door caddy loaded up with brothers screeched to halt, one of them hopped out and snatched the suitcase and they hauled ass away. He said they made it about 1 block then the shit hit the fan and they all started bailing out of the car.