How coincidental. Gopher Hawk was the name of a guy I met while doing a brief stint in Leavenworth a while back. His real name was Ron and he was the first person to introduce me to the rusty trumpet. A large, hairy and gregarious man, he also had a gentle side. Most of the other blokes on the block left him alone but there was one fellow, Jake, who liked fo tease him for his indescretions and dalliances. I think he was the one who first called him Gopher Hawk. Jake was found shanked in the bottom of a laundry hamper and everyone thought it was Big Ron who did it. From that point no one called him Gopher Hawk, to his face anyway. I will say this, if you ever find a woman who will give you a rusty trumpet, stick with her. There's almost nothing you can't overlook if the sex is good.
