Chips & Beer’s Candy Primer: BULL OF THE WOODS
Not candy, but plug tobacco. My buddy’s dad’s best friend, Burt Bickle, pawned it off to me as a candy bar. I was 11, and as gullible as I am today. Bickle was a real shitass from the Bayou. An alligator shitkicker wearin’ cowboy who flew an F-4 in ‘Nam and loved Workingman’s Dead as much as Merle Haggard. He drank Pabst cans, Fighting Cock Bourbon, and chewed Bull of the Woods plug—-incessantly. When he offered the hard black square to me it smelled vaguely syrup-like. I thanked him and took a lion’s share from the plug in one big bite. Bickle roared with laughter. I spent the next two hours calling frogs in my buddy’s bathroom while Bickle and my buddy, and my buddy’s dad played cards and yucked it up. Learn from your mistakes, kiddo.