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Originally Posted by Tcoat
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Once three of us were going down the laces of the boot at the Glen, and a groundhog or something similar ran back and forth in front of all three of us and lived to tell about it. It's pretty fast through there. I was last in line and watched him make his last pass, duck under the Armco and disappear. He was luckier than the deer one of our guys booted into the air at Bridgehampton.