We were in Blytheville duckhunting on a guided hunt. It was a complete fleecing and I'm sure the locals got a good laugh at us. Looking back we were probably considered topwaters by them. Thats another story.....
We didnt shoot much the first day so the guides (I use that term loosely) told us to get a big steak at Shoneys and head to Memphis to the Purple Church. Well we loaded up on whiskey, red meat, and bread and hit the road for a night of fun....
After spending allnight and wwaaaaay too much money at the Mt. Moriah Civic Center
we pulled back into Blytheville about 0400. Everyone topped off their bloated stomach with lots of coffee as we changed into our hunting gear which unfortunatly included waders.
After spending about an hour or two with the two nugget chucklehead guides my buddy gives me the look. He was known to have a weak sphincter and frequently sharted. Gene (Lead dipsheet guide) said "Whats wrong boy? You look like you need a high dive"
WTF is a high dive three or four of us responded.
"A highdive is a spot where there is a bit of earth left surrounding a base of a tree. Drop your britches, put you hands around the tree, plant your feet in the earth and let'r rip." (Note we were hunting in about a billion acres of mid thigh deep flooded timber). Slowly and somewhat embarassingly we all ventured off to find our own highdives. They dont make twoman highdives for obvious reasons......
The story was only funnier because our suckhole guides were drunker than we were.
It even got a funnier story out of him. They should coauthor a book.
