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Amphi Legends;
Sitting in a dingy tavern I overheard this classic
tale, the story of Rip Tucker, the greatest hunter
in all of North America. Famed for his capture
of many of the most power beasts ever to roam
the streets. His home once adorn with photos of
his finest days, those of conquering the mighty
Mustang, the Jaguar, the Impala, the Cougar, and
even the AC Cobra. A hunter so mean and infamous
as to be compared to that Australian Crocodile
Hunter dude on crack cocaine. But old Rip Tucker
never got his most treasured prize - the ever elusive
Amphi. As the story goes, old Rip was an excellent
shot. He could hit the hood emblem off a charging
beast at 60 miles per hour! He never missed and
usually did his best hunting at night, when he could
see the light in his prey's eyes. Rip figured out
the elusive Amphis habits and hung around the local
lake at dusk and dawn in hopes of adding to his
collection. Then one fine night a pair of Amphis
teamed up to end old Rip's slaughter. The pair
of Amphis decided trickery would be needed and
so each covered one eye before going into the lake.
They swam side by side, in perfect parallel, all
around the lake awaiting the great hunter's best
shot. Rip's crosshair focused right between the
Amphi's eyes, he squeezed the trigger? but it
seemed his bullet had no effect. What appeared to
be one Amphi out in the water just keep coming at him.
Rip rifled off another shot, and another, each to no
effect. That Amphi just kept on coming toward him.
It is said that when the two Amphis emerged from
the lake, one on each side of old Rip, the shock just
caused his heart to give out. Others say it was the
shame of being out smarted by a couple of silly
amphibians that did old Rip Tucker in. You see
those clever Amphis figured out with a left eye
covered on one and a right eye covered on the other
and swimming side by side the bullets would splash
harmlessly in the water between them?
And they were right.
Amphipoda
'64 Turquoise
San Diego
Sitting in a dingy tavern I overheard this classic
tale, the story of Rip Tucker, the greatest hunter
in all of North America. Famed for his capture
of many of the most power beasts ever to roam
the streets. His home once adorn with photos of
his finest days, those of conquering the mighty
Mustang, the Jaguar, the Impala, the Cougar, and
even the AC Cobra. A hunter so mean and infamous
as to be compared to that Australian Crocodile
Hunter dude on crack cocaine. But old Rip Tucker
never got his most treasured prize - the ever elusive
Amphi. As the story goes, old Rip was an excellent
shot. He could hit the hood emblem off a charging
beast at 60 miles per hour! He never missed and
usually did his best hunting at night, when he could
see the light in his prey's eyes. Rip figured out
the elusive Amphis habits and hung around the local
lake at dusk and dawn in hopes of adding to his
collection. Then one fine night a pair of Amphis
teamed up to end old Rip's slaughter. The pair
of Amphis decided trickery would be needed and
so each covered one eye before going into the lake.
They swam side by side, in perfect parallel, all
around the lake awaiting the great hunter's best
shot. Rip's crosshair focused right between the
Amphi's eyes, he squeezed the trigger? but it
seemed his bullet had no effect. What appeared to
be one Amphi out in the water just keep coming at him.
Rip rifled off another shot, and another, each to no
effect. That Amphi just kept on coming toward him.
It is said that when the two Amphis emerged from
the lake, one on each side of old Rip, the shock just
caused his heart to give out. Others say it was the
shame of being out smarted by a couple of silly
amphibians that did old Rip Tucker in. You see
those clever Amphis figured out with a left eye
covered on one and a right eye covered on the other
and swimming side by side the bullets would splash
harmlessly in the water between them?
And they were right.
Amphipoda
'64 Turquoise
San Diego
