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I watch your videos and I decided to share my own.

It was the fall of 1973. I lived in a small town called

Floyd, Arkansas. There was a group of guys I hung around with and we hunted and fished and camped and we rode dirt bikes together.

And we did this the whole time we were growing up.

We had a game that we played on our dirt bikes, an advanced version of Follow the Leader.

And one day in the late summer I was the Leader. I went up into that area that was

about as remote as any area around.

As I topped the climb on White Rock Mountain, I discovered an old town.

There were old ruins of several buildings,

even the false front of an old saloon, with one old

swinging door still hanging on the rusty hinges. The other guys caught up with me and we were all

staring in disbelief. We couldn't believe what we had found.

We found one old cabin that was well preserved and decided that it would be cool to fix it up,

use it for deer camp, and we spent the next couple of weeks hauling

building materials up the side of the steep slopes and when deer season

finally rolled around all six of us had our gear loaded on our bikes and headed up the mountain to our new camp.

We arrived at the old cabin a few hours before dark and we busied ourselves gathering firewood for the old fireplace.

We spent the rest of the night playing poker and telling lies about our hunting skills.

Around midnight all the guys were asleep in their sleeping bags on the floor in front of the fireplace,

except me and my buddy Big Steve.

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