Ok, Ok, .......but keep in mind that there are many, many reasons for the nickname and I continue to add to the list every year.
Let's just say that "one" of the reasons for the "TOXIC" handle has to do with my choice of fishing foods....smoked oysters with tabasco, pickled eggs, vienna sausage, canned fish fillets, Bill's 3 alarm beans.....get the point? By the end of the day, well we won't go there.....yet. There is one story only told in my boat
Prime example of earning the TOXIC nickname......................
TOXIC did not originate with natural gas but as I told you, it most certainly enhanced the title. Picture this---Bunch of guys sitting in a remote fishing cabin after a long day on the water snacking on Slim Jim's, pickeled eggs, smoked oysters (from the can), Vienna Sausage and last but not least, big huge deli garlic pickles. Now the conversation turned to whether human natural gas was in fact flammable. I chimed in and said "why of course it is, didn't anyone see Mad Max and the Thunderdome, they ran a whole city on pig farts"? Well, a disagreement ensued and I was pressured to prove my point. Having prieviously experimented with human combustable emmissions, I knew I would win the argument but what I failed to consider in my equation was the intensity of the fuel source. This being an "up-scale" cabin, we had a mouse infested Lazy boy recliner. I was lucky enough to have snagged it for the evenings discussions. I preceeded to drop trou (but not my tightie whities, after all I didn't want to embarass the other guys) and hike my legs up on the edges of the recliner. I lit my trusty Bic and let loose with a stream of gas that could only be equaled by a rocket funny car at the dragstrip. Having totally mis-judged the amount and purity of the fuel, ignition occured and it was like holding a match up to a can of hair spray. That's all well and good but another event took place that took a bad situation to worse----the intense blue flame fought wildly to find the source of the fuel traveling through my tightie whities and--- well, singed a very delicate part of my anatomy. I threw my legs in the air causing the recliner to tip over backwards and rammed my head through the cheap cabin drywall. There I sat with my head stuck in the wall and my underwear burning like a one year old's birthday candle. They eventually freed me (I put out the fire).
TOXIC (if the name fits, wear it)
