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The summer after I graduated from college I traveled around a bit working a little and traveling a little. Well, friends, Arkansas was about the worst place I ever saw but I ran out of money and gas there and so I found a job working on a farm there. I worked for a few long, hard, hot days, but I didn't like the farmer, nor the farmers wife, nor the food, nor the work, nor none of his children, so I say, "mister, you can pay me off right now; I think it's time I traveled on."
"Well, if that's the way you feel about it, son."
"That's the way I feel about it."
So, I'll be damned if that farmer didn't hand me three mink skins. "Hell, brother, I don't want these. I want my money."
"This is what we use for currency here in Arkansas", he says.
So, I go to the local bar to spend some of my hard earned hides and I say to the bartender, "bartender, how about a pint of the darkest beer you've got."
After I finish my Rolling Rock I hand him one of these mink skins I've got. He takes it, blows the fur back, and opens up a chest he's got back there behind the bar, and damned if he doesn't hand me a raccoon hide, a rabit hide, and a couple of squirrel pelts for change.