Mmmm, glass eye story.
I don't recall what precipitated the event besides the usual drinking, lying, and card playing shenanigans, but when I was a wee lad, my father got into a very drunken brawl with a dear friend of his in deer camp one year that had a glass eye. Knocked it out when they "went outside" to settle things like real men do, and then they all spent the next hour or so crawling around on hands on knees looking for Skippy's glass eye. Thankfully, it was early season and there was no snow to speak of outside the cabin.






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