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On the final night of our stay, a new tradition began. Michael produced a couple of tins of goose pâté and some after-dinner mints. Thus began our first "Pâté Siorée". To this day, I carry one of the empty tins on every trip, hanging it from the tarp on a piece of fly-fishing line. On the final night of every trip, Weenie Men one and all are beckoned to the Pâté Siorée with the ceremonial clanging of the pâté tin. Black tie optional.
So, should you ever come upon a large tarp in the woods, adorned with a goose pâté can, beware. It serves to warn all who may witness it - "WARNING! Weenie Men Are Active In This Area. DO NOT APPROACH THEM!"
The Weenie Men leave Hazel Creek behind as they head for home.
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