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We looked at Doc and wondered how late he'd been up the night
before. "You know," Doc said, "teak surfing, the great sport in
Oregon? Well, here's a story about it. It seems that idiots in
Oregon grab hold of the back of speedboats and get dragged along on
their feet at high speeds in the ocean, and now they've outlawed it,
because the teak surfers inhale fumes from the motor and get goofy."
"Never heard of it," Dud said.
"And I guess you never will again," Doc said. "It's been
outlawed."
"It's like hooky-bob," said Bert. "The dumb kids up north play
hooky-bob in the winter. They hide until a car pulls up to a stop
sign, then they sneak out from the bushes, grab hold of the back
bumper and squat down. When the car starts up, they slide along on
the snow-covered road until they get going about 30 miles an hour,
then let go and see how far they can slide until some other car puts
them in the hospital."
"Well," said Steve, "I feel a little left out because I didn't
bob any hookies or surf any teaks."
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"You just haven't lived right, Steve," said Doc, laughing.
"That's right," said the tall cowboy. "About the only thing I did
as a kid was pasture surfing."
We looked at him. "Pasture surfing?"
"When I was a little fella, my dad got a new rope, and naturally
the new rope needed breaking in, so I roped old Brownie with it, our
Brown Swiss milk cow. When Brownie felt that loop come tight, she
decided to see if an old milk cow could run real fast around her
pasture with a dumb kid being dragged behind her."
"And?"
"The answer was yes."
"Did the rope get broken in?" Doc asked.
"Sure did," Steve said, grinning. "And so did the seat of my
pants."
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