I shot, and one of the toms flopped around, got up, and began to walk away with the other tom. I shot again, and the same tom flopped around and then started running. I started chasing that tom across the field. I fired again and kicked up dust behind him. Finally, I almost caught the turkey, raised my gun, and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. The gun was empty. Bill had been running after me trying to tell me that the legal limit of shells in the gun was three, but I didn't understand. I was the turkey. Thank God the cameraman was still in the woods with the cart and couldn't film that part. Dwayne and David bagged a turkey and did a lot of gobbling about it.
In 1975, I was driving Winston Cup for K&K Insurance and the late crew chief Harry Hyde. At Daytona, I entered a car I owned in the ARCA race with my friend Jim Sauter as driver. In those days, illegal use of nitrous oxide, commonly called laughing gas, was popular, especially in ARCA. A few spurts of that stuff into an engine, usually from a bottle hidden in the car, increases horsepower dramatically for a short period. We suspected one car in particular, but I won't call names.
Sauter was leading at the white flag. I had warned him earlier that if a car ran him down, it was pretty obvious that it had laughing gas and would try to pass him entering the third turn. I told him when the other car got underneath him to swing around behind it then dive below it, taking the air off the front car's rear spoiler. I also figured that the car with nitrous oxide would be carrying so much speed he couldn't slow for the corner. Well, Sauter made the move to perfection. The other car spun out, and Sauter motored home. We had the last laugh.