Goodyguy, Talking about these burros brings back a golden story of my youth. I have an older brother whos' favorite place to hang out is prison. I just love the guy to pieces, one of those guys that's so wild you can't help but admire on the one hand and on the other wonder what in the world is wrong with them. Anyway, whenever he'd get out for a short spell me and him would grab the whiskey bottle and celebrate the few days of freedom. Once after a three day run he said, "Let's go to Vegas." He said he had learned a way to beat the crap table in prison, ya right buddy! Off we went drunker than hoot owls into the night, after running off the road several times and side-swiping a pole, we were in Vegas.
There aren't many who are going to believe this but my brother had worked his winnings up to almost twenty grand! All of a sudden girls started lining up and bringing him free shots, as if he wasn't drunk enough already. It wasn't long and he could hardly stand, I told him to knock this off and lets cash in and buy a new car, he pushed me away and called for the pit boss. He got them to raise the max bet of the table and in an instant it was all gone. I was too young to bet so I had a few bucks on me to get us back home and keep us whiskey fueled.
On the way back he took some of my money, bought a bottle of whiskey and we stopped by one of his favorite prisons and planted it outside for the fellers to find. As we drove on he said, "Brother, I'm hungry." About this time he yells! Pull over" He starts running into the desert screaming at me, "Help me catch one of these burros, we'll skin it and eat it right here." My god man! these burros just kept running in a large circle until we simply fell over from exhaustion.
