Ever try drinking a few 12oz's and running a boat beside a 6' gator and think it was cool to jump out and wrap your arms and legs around it? Well if you do, it's not. Try to figure out how to let go after you say, "Watch This".
As I hear it, the story still runs around the town where I grew up about my father and his buddies running coyotes between snowmobiles and whoppin' 'em with a baseball bat. Apparently one night, my father was on the left side of a yote and his buddy Don was on the right, but could not seem to connect, a batting slump as it were. My father bailed off his Scorpion 440 SuperStinger and bulldogged the song doggie!
HE claims he hit a rock or something and fell onto it accidently. My father is not prone to exaggeration or dramatization, but I am not gonna give him this one.