Last time I was up at my camp, my buddy's lad surprised us with a bottle of rum and a few tins of oysters. He open a tin and I saw that he had bought oysters, in salt water, not smoked... I didn't say a word. He shoved one in his mouth and the look on his face was priceless!

He rose from the table and started for the garbage can... I hollered "Don't spit that in the garbage... it'll stink the place up." He was gagging all the way out the door and to the woods.

Yeah, that was kinda mean of me... we tried to stifle the laughter, but not a hope.

The swearing startede as soon as he spat three or four times and got louder as he approached the camp. He went straight for tin and realized his mistake. F***! He looked at another tin... F***! the last tin... F***! F***! F***! And apologized profusley.

I said. No worries... you can smoke them over the camp fire later.

Yup, he tried... F........

The rum was good.