Once upon a time ago in a far off piece of land called LTD10 there where 3 Swine hunters. A B Man hunter, a Witch Doctor hunter, and a Grand Pooba hunter. These three Swine hunters all came together to practice their own style of recreation. The weekend started off with a lot of excitement and revelry with our intrepid band.

The first night brought forth nothing of any great consciences for our three hunters. It was a night filled with trying to get the camp set up and ready to go. A few drinks and it was off to bed, to dream of the next days hunting. The next day was a good one, clear, cold and filled with anticipation. The hunting went slow though but the hunters where undaunted in their resolve.

As the day worn the arrival of a additional Swine type raised the ranks to a happy foursome. The arrival of LEVI the Terrible came around 2:00 PM to the camp and things would be much different from this point on.


The evenings hunting was organized and two of our Swine hunters, the Witch Doctor and B Man went up the hill to the HK Blind to spy on the valley below. The Grand Pooba and Levi the Terrible stayed in camp to cook dinner and see just how much of the Witch Doctors Gin they could drink. I am here to say Levi the Terrible may have won the battle but later would only find out that he would lose the war. Soon all present would learn why Levi the Terrible earned his new name with Swine Hunters In Texas.

As the evening wore on the gin flowed freely between our two camp wranglers, but there were chinks showing in Levi the Terrible armor. At first it was not easily seen but ever so slowly his walking became more and more feeble. Soon speech was becoming affected, but onwards through fog he went. Spilling and drinking almost the same amounts. Dinner still proceeded on so all was thought to be OK. Soon the night came down around all and the hunters came off the hill to a campsite to find two fairly well numbed Swine members. Yours truly and Levi the Terrible had consumed most of the Witch Doctor's gin. Though the Grand Pooba was feeling no pain, Levi the Terrible was deteriorating into the biggest bowl of walking jello you have ever seen.

Dinner proceeded and was handled by Jello the Terrible and it went off great. The beef tenderloin was great and the potato soup was awesome. Every morsel was devoured by the crew and the drinking continued. Soon it was apparent the Levi the Terrible was soon to live up to his name in ways that none at camp that night ever expected.

Dinner was over and the comrade ship around the camp fire had begun. With all our hunters sitting in their respective chairs discussing the meanings of life and who's turn it was to make another drink. Soon while talking to Levi the Terrible in his chair he announced that his stomach was not feeling to good. So in front of God and Country he let lose bringing back for all to see portions of his dinner all while sitting calmly in his chair. The chair will never be the same. Well it was suggested that maybe that Levi the Terrible should stumble to the RV (Rambo) before he went night night in his chair. He agreed and took himself to the rear of the trailer to collapse into the world of unconsciousness. In retrospect it should be said that we should have left him in his chair outside in the 25 degree temperatures. No, not us not the kind Swine members we are. We wanted him to go inside the RV.

One phrase can explain that decision. BAD MOVE!! All was thought well and good once Levi the Terrible UP CHOKER had went to bed. This only lasted a short time. Soon the sounds of rumbling and stumbling where heard in the RV. First the sound was low then grew louder as Levi the Terrible stumbled his way to the kitchen sink. Never mind all the dirty dishes from dinner where in there. Nothing was safe anywhere in front of him. In a flash the entire kitchen area and sink was a environmental disaster area, that only trained hazmat personnel in full suits should ever deal with. All outside where stunned and horrified to walk through the doors of HELL. Which just moments before was everybody refuge from the cold outside.

It was decided that the Grand Pooba would clean the kitchen so habitation could happen again. After a hour of cleaning while managing not to empty the contents of my own stomach the horrific chore was done and all was equal and good again in the land of LTD10.

Soon I found myself sitting outside with my fellow Swine hunters telling tall tails when a familiar sound once again came from the trailer. Oh, no not again this could not happen again not three times in one night. It soon became apparent that yes, it was going to happen again. This time Levi the Terrible no longer even felt the need to go anywhere. He just decided that laying waste to the entire sleeping area would suffice. Once this chore was done, one more spraying of the hallway floors and walls would top off the evening.

At this time the RV was deemed uninhabitable for human or beast. Not even Harley the wonder dog wanted anything to do with this. The RV had a aroma that can not be described in less than a thousand words so it will do that it was potent to say the least. It was realized that all concerned would have to find new shelter.

The Witch Doctor pulled his trusty cot and mummy bag out of the wreckage of what was once our home and pulled it up close to the fire and zipped himself in for long night of cold and raccoons nibbling on his ear outside. B Man retreated to the confines of the Double Blind with the propane heater that was in the RV. Levi the Terrible wasn't going to get much heat, but hell he wouldn't even feel it. There was some question as to if Levi the Terrible previous dinner would freeze on him. This left the Grand Pooba and Harley the Wonder dog to find there way up to HK Blind and its roomy 4X8 foot interior and propane heater. Ah just my dog, the fresh air, a little propane heater and the tin box of security on a hill.

The night went off pretty uneventful until the next morning at 6:00 AM when I heard the Witch Doctor knocking on my tin castle to come in, because he knew there was heat in there. B Man spent the night fighting the heater and trying to keep it working with the little 1 pound cans of propane but survived also. When we came back to camp there was already a new breakfast and a lot of sleeping bags clothes and so forth already hanging around the RV airing out. Levi the Terrible had lived up to his name to say the least, but all was forgiven.

In honor of Levi the Terrible accomplishment's we all feel that he should now have something named after him at LTD10. Just so happens the new sewer pipe was installed and working this weekend also.

So let it be said let it be done, from this point on the sewer line leading out the RV will now be called "LEVI'S SLEW"