Gather ‘round the campfire for an old-timer song

As a child I remember my Dad, Fred Richandson, singing. My favorite was a song about two tough guys that got into a fight. Much to the delight of us boys, Dad would sing it with much gusto. I can’t sing, so I tell it as a poem. I’m often requested to tell it around campfires. I try to make Dad proud by telling it with the same amount of gusto as he used when singing it. I think some of the old…

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