"Which one of you a-holes was whistlin' at my daughter?"

First off, I'm the guy who wrote Armadillo Rescue, and now 2 years later I have another story from the Frio.

This summer me and a couple of buddies went back to the frio to party the week before classes started again. Me and my buddy "Smithwax" were riding in the back of a pickup, heading to the river, when we saw what looked to be a good looking girl in a bikini walking down to the river.

Smithwax whistles at the girl..no big deal right? Well, when we started down the road with our tubes in hand, a couple of hill billies come walking towards us with a canoe.

They drop the canoe, and the old hillbilly walks up to Smithwax and says,"Which one of you a-holes was whistlin' at my daughter?" Smithwax says, "I was". The old guy starts getting in his face, so me being a good friend and all had to regulate on the dude.

I pushed him over, along with his son.

Then, It was on.

The son came at me and I had stick in the jaw a couple of times. He bearhugged me and another one of my buddies pulled him off. The next thing I know, one of my buddies has the old hippy against a truck beatin him pretty good.

Another buddy has the son by his long hippy hair and finishes where I left off. It ended pretty quick and we went down to the river to start our float. A bystander yelled out to us as we were popping our first beers, "I saw you guys up there scrappin with them hillbillies".

We all started laughing, and went on awesome float down the beautiful frio river. What a memory. Oh, and the girl wasn't even hot. She was actually pretty damn ugly.

Moral of the story: Don't get mad when somebody, especially 4 strapping fellas like ourselves, whistles at your daughter on the river.

It just ain't worth it. especially if you're a hillbilly.