It's time for full disclosure here. Yes, I did fall slowly into a fire pit in Lowman but as I recall I was sitting in that cheap folding lawn chair you had bought, over my objection I might add. My unibrow, which added greatly to my rakish good looks, was unscathed but my always exhibited great dignity was some what tarnished by your insane laughter. Cheap lawn chair. You should have been ashamed.
Little Pirate, Homer Buhley wasn't present which was good for Nixon. Having already been labeled "a scamp" by Idas Taylor for wading the Middle fork of the Boise river in brand new Dan Post boots, Nixon's reputation around the gold fields of Atlanta was rightfully that of a low person- the kind who would proffess friendship- all the while scheming to lure a good man into a cheap folding lawn chair. Had Homer, Jerry and Junior and their Holstein ox been present, they would have bared their buttocks and farted loudly in his direction.
About the chickens, well, that was just perverted.
Alonzo Tubbs, who suffered mightily at the hand of a known (and I believe confessed) scamp.
PS: Nixon, I believe your confusion about jeans/no jeans under chaps comes from those bars you used to hang around in, singing along with the Village People.