Who is Jack Hines?

[Eieio59]

I'm not an animal hater, but....

Of my several "Jack" stories, I enjoy this one the most..... Jack was in Baton Rouge back when Flyboy was doing all the *fun stuff* and all the players were coming through. Now, everyone knows I had no use for Jack. He and his Iguanas had been hanging around the pool room for several days when I pulled up in the parking lot with my friend and noticed the lizard in the car next to us. It was a little warm outside and the windows were down a bit but not really enough for it to get out. My friend and I talked about it and set about some fun..... I went in and mingled around until I was standing pretty close to Jack... once I was in position, she comes a running up to me and kinda freaking out.... starts babbling real loud that I gotta come see, come see..... I was like "what are talking about?" She's crying and all and begins telling me that she was backing out in the parking lot and felt like she ran over something.... got out to look and there is this HUGE ** LIZARD laying in the parking lot - OMG, I killed it!!!! Now, you would have had to have been there to see the look on his face....... priceless. He takes off running outside and runs to the car, swings open the door and there is his precious.....very well and alive lizard. He looks back toward the pool room and there she is ..... flipping him off. Priceless...... I tell ya.... priceless. (BTW, no lizards were harmed in this story!)

Tammie Wesley-Jones

 

[watchez]

There was a thread about Jack Hines about a year ago. Below is my quote on the player & I still stand by it. JoeyA was upset by my post then & will probably be upset by it now, along with some of Jack's other friends that posted here. Not trying to stir the pot but let us realize that Jack Hines was not just a cutsey lizard owning pool hustler.

http://forums.azbilliards.com/showthread.php?p=338346&highlight=jack+hines#post338346

I could careless if someone of his low character ever hit a ball again. I have many Jack Hines stories, all with the same low crude classless behavior.

The first time I saw him, he played my good buddy lil Ricky. Ricky was one of the most respected gamblers here in St. Louis and Jack's method of matching up was telling Ricky to suck -------.

The second time I saw him was in Olathe KS. He was matched up in the corner playing Santos, after Santos had recently arrived in the US. Santos was giving Jack the 8 & Jack was in one of his lights out, mixture right modes. Santos was real quiet with a few friends watching & Jack was saying out loud over & over again to anyone that would listen, "This --------------- can't give me the 8". Santos never said a word. I walked away I just so happened to run into Cliff Joyner on the other side of the pool room. I told Cliff the goings on & he walked over to have a look himself. Funny, when Cliff arrived the N word stopped.

I could go on , but think I think I have made my point. Jack Hines is busted.....that's a shame.

 

[JoeyA]

There was a thread about Jack Hines about a year ago. Below is my quote on the player & I still stand by it. JoeyA was upset by my post then & will probably be upset by it now, along with some of Jack's other friends that posted here. Not trying to stir the pot but let us realize that Jack Hines was not just a cutsey lizard owning pool hustler.

http://forums.azbilliards.com/showthread.php?p=338346&highlight=jack+hines#post338346

I don't think I have ever been upset by anyone's post on AZ. Everyone has their own opinions and I respect that. Some people believe in gang jumping. I don't. I think every person who has a problem with that person should go to that person and stand in front of them and say, "I've got a problem with you. You're an A**hole and I don't like you". Not too many people do that. Instead, they say lots of mean and nasty things about others BECAUSE THEY CAN, especially in this medium, where it's seldom that people have to pay for their arrogance or hubris.

If you enjoy telling the vilest tales about Jack on this medium, it is your right to do so. I've told a few vile tales of others in my time. I just don't make a practice of it. Most of the time when I tell a vile tale of someone else, it is to wise that listener up so that they won't be injured by the person I'm telling the vile tale of.

I don't do the right thing all of the time even though I think I try to.

Watchez, it is really up to each man to work out his own salvation and this isn't meant to admonish you but simply to say that you are the master of your destiny as is each and everyone of us.

I think I may have a little more pity or maybe its empathy for those who have not made all of the best decisions in life. I don't excuse their bad choices or their bad behavior. I just realize that like the English Protestant martyr John Bradford remarked, 'There but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford.

JoeyA

 

[catscradle]

This guy could certainly shoot some stick.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cjeO7gm99BE

Apparently that Strickland guy can shoot some too. -

 

[huckster]

Jack Hynes

I spent the better part of a year with Jack and everything that has been mentioned is spot on. The first time I seen him he was dismantling a very good player giving him the 7 ball. About six months later (around 1992 or 93) Jack showed up in Akron Ohio with all his possesions packed in a beat up station wagon. He walked into Starcher's billiards with no money, but a 11mm ivory ferruled Schon and was hitting balls on one of the front tables. Every ball Jack hit was at warp speed and accompianed by the tinking sound of his cue. I pulled him aside and asked him if he wanted to hit a midnight tournament at Chandley's. Jack told me he had nowhere to stay and was hungry. He always liked to eat about an hour or two before he played to let his food settle. After catching a late dinner we made it to the tournament which I got Jack for the minimum in the calcutta (he played under an alias) We cut up the winnings and Rossi Norris who was a pretty fair player wanted to play Jack some 1k sets. Jack told me in a way that only Jack could that we were stealing 8 ahead for a dime I told Jack not to mess around and take him off. I got about another dime in action from the railbirds. Jack won the first set in around 45 min. Alas no more railbird action. Rossi wasn't done yet and he asked for the 8 ball for another set. Results Jack wins two more sets giving the 8 ball. Jack was pumped up after that and we begun to hang out everyday I introduced him to a woman who he seen for around six months. During this time I seen him do the most amazing things on a pool table. I have seen them all play the last 20 years from Efren, Earl, Nick and Jose to Busti, Corey, Alex, and Shane and I have never ever seen a better shot maker. Hands down no one was a better shot maker or let out that huge stroke. He would have been one of the best ever if he used his head. One poster mentioned he seen Jack take second without ever letting the other players shoot, because he would rake in the balls when he missed. I seen him do that playing 500 dollar sets and break champions. Jack never played safe he would rather force follow the cueball three rails to get perfect shape on the 9ball. I knew Jack had drug issues and I turned a blind eye to that. Years later I have regret because Jack caught some bad breaks in life and also made many mistakes. He was very intelligent and talented. He would challenge people to play a set of 9ball while playing chess. Our friendship begin to deteriate after Jack and I went out West beating everyone he played (guys like California Kimmer, Danny Medina, etc) When we returned Jack was deep into his addiction he would lie cheat and steal. I found myself distancing myself from Jack while he found a few other backers. The last straw was his double dump of me first he was playing in I believe the spring shootout at Starcher's and found himself in the winner's bracket facing a very in stroke and determined Mark Jarvis. The first race was to 13 and the line was Jarvis doesn't get to 11. Jack missed shots that was not typical for Jack. Next set the line was pick'em and Jack lost that two. The owner of Starcher's found out Jack dumped and banned him. After a few weeks he was allowed to come back. He was busted and asked me to stake hime plaing Charlie Brinson giving him the 7ball. At the time an instroke Jack was stealing from Charlie. Jack did some buisness on me and once I found out about it I confronted him he admitted to it told me to get &*$#ed i layed him out and that got us both banned from Starcher's I got to know Jack really well in the year we hung out and I wish he could have turned it around. He and I seen each other once after that and he was nowhere near the player he once was. He was too far into his world of addiction to be a great player anymore. It was hard to believe that he was the same guy that when he was instroke was drumming champions like Hatch, Varner, Watson, Medina, etc. Sometimes I will see someone like Mike Massey perform some big stroke shot and it reminds me that Jack used to shot shots like that hill hill for the cash. What could have been.

Huck

 

[catscradle]

Whatever you do, DO NOT watch "Old Yeller".

Made me cry as a ten year old. Good time though, we lost electricity in a theater full of kids just before the movie was to start. Talk about bedlam.

 

[uwate]

Great stories, esp Huckster, catpool9 and tomgearhart. Thanks all, rep to you for posting these.

 

[jay helfert]

I spent the better part of a year with Jack and everything that has been mentioned is spot on. The first time I seen him he was dismantling a very good player giving him the 7 ball. About six months later (around 1992 or 93) Jack showed up in Akron Ohio with all his possesions packed in a beat up station wagon. He walked into Starcher's billiards with no money, but a 11mm ivory ferruled Schon and was hitting balls on one of the front tables. Every ball Jack hit was at warp speed and accompianed by the tinking sound of his cue. I pulled him aside and asked him if he wanted to hit a midnight tournament at Chandley's. Jack told me he had nowhere to stay and was hungry. He always liked to eat about an hour or two before he played to let his food settle. After catching a late dinner we made it to the tournament which I got Jack for the minimum in the calcutta (he played under an alias) We cut up the winnings and Rossi Norris who was a pretty fair player wanted to play Jack some 1k sets. Jack told me in a way that only Jack could that we were stealing 8 ahead for a dime I told Jack not to mess around and take him off. I got about another dime in action from the railbirds. Jack won the first set in around 45 min. Alas no more railbird action. Rossi wasn't done yet and he asked for the 8 ball for another set. Results Jack wins two more sets giving the 8 ball. Jack was pumped up after that and we begun to hang out everyday I introduced him to a woman who he seen for around six months. During this time I seen him do the most amazing things on a pool table. I have seen them all play the last 20 years from Efren, Earl, Nick and Jose to Busti, Corey, Alex, and Shane and I have never ever seen a better shot maker. Hands down no one was a better shot maker or let out that huge stroke. He would have been one of the best ever if he used his head. One poster mentioned he seen Jack take second without ever letting the other players shoot, because he would rake in the balls when he missed. I seen him do that playing 500 dollar sets and break champions. Jack never played safe he would rather force follow the cueball three rails to get perfect shape on the 9ball. I knew Jack had drug issues and I turned a blind eye to that. Years later I have regret because Jack caught some bad breaks in life and also made many mistakes. He was very intelligent and talented. He would challenge people to play a set of 9ball while playing chess. Our friendship begin to deteriate after Jack and I went out West beating everyone he played (guys like California Kimmer, Danny Medina, etc) When we returned Jack was deep into his addiction he would lie cheat and steal. I found myself distancing myself from Jack while he found a few other backers. The last straw was his double dump of me first he was playing in I believe the spring shootout at Starcher's and found himself in the winner's bracket facing a very in stroke and determined Mark Jarvis. The first race was to 13 and the line was Jarvis doesn't get to 11. Jack missed shots that was not typical for Jack. Next set the line was pick'em and Jack lost that two. The owner of Starcher's found out Jack dumped and banned him. After a few weeks he was allowed to come back. He was busted and asked me to stake hime plaing Charlie Brinson giving him the 7ball. At the time an instroke Jack was stealing from Charlie. Jack did some buisness on me and once I found out about it I confronted him he admitted to it told me to get &*$#ed i layed him out and that got us both banned from Starcher's I got to know Jack really well in the year we hung out and I wish he could have turned it around. He and I seen each other once after that and he was nowhere near the player he once was. He was too far into his world of addiction to be a great player anymore. It was hard to believe that he was the same guy that when he was instroke was drumming champions like Hatch, Varner, Watson, Medina, etc. Sometimes I will see someone like Mike Massey perform some big stroke shot and it reminds me that Jack used to shot shots like that hill hill for the cash. What could have been.

Huck

Thanks Huck. Another sad story about a very talented pool player. I've seen a few like this, who never really achieved the glory they could have with a little discipline. I'd rather not mention the names, because they are still out there somewhere, playing when and where they can.

I didn't know Jack very well, but heard a lot about him. He did come out West in the 1980's and play a few tournaments and gamble. He got into an argument with Ed Kelly during a match, where they threatened each other (Kelly may have been slightly inebriated). After we broke it up a couple of times, I had to tell them that the next guy's voice I heard would lose the match. I think Jack quit the match and walked out at some point. That's my recollection. Maybe he knew he was going to start yelling, so he just packed it up. Who knows.

Keith was the only one I ever heard of beating him. I don't think it was a dump either, because Jack was winners for a long time, before Keith got there. It was on a bar table and no one could beat Keith back then.

I saw Jack with his lizard at JOB's in the 90's, and he wasn't playing as well. Still good, but no longer a world beater. He was on his best behavior because he knew Jim Blaylock would throw him out on his ear otherwise. He was gambling for cheap money with someone on a bar table. Something like ten or twenty dollar Eight Ball. I didn't sweat it because there was big action elsewhere in the room with a young Alex and Corey involved. I just remember the lizard perched on his shoulder while he was shooting. So strange!

 

[Fast Lenny]

Apparently that Strickland guy can shoot some too. -

Yeah Hill-Hill and Strickland was the best player on the planet,great match and showed Jacks game.

 

[watchez]

I don't think I have ever been upset by anyone's post on AZ. Everyone has their own opinions and I respect that. Some people believe in gang jumping. I don't. I think every person who has a problem with that person should go to that person and stand in front of them and say, "I've got a problem with you. You're an A**hole and I don't like you". Not too many people do that. Instead, they say lots of mean and nasty things about others BECAUSE THEY CAN, especially in this medium, where it's seldom that people have to pay for their arrogance or hubris.

If you enjoy telling the vilest tales about Jack on this medium, it is your right to do so. I've told a few vile tales of others in my time. I just don't make a practice of it. Most of the time when I tell a vile tale of someone else, it is to wise that listener up so that they won't be injured by the person I'm telling the vile tale of.

I don't do the right thing all of the time even though I think I try to.

Watchez, it is really up to each man to work out his own salvation and this isn't meant to admonish you but simply to say that you are the master of your destiny as is each and everyone of us.

I think I may have a little more pity or maybe its empathy for those who have not made all of the best decisions in life. I don't excuse their bad choices or their bad behavior. I just realize that like the English Protestant martyr John Bradford remarked, 'There but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford.

JoeyA

Thanks for the religious lesson. However, not trying to be rude, there are plenty of churches I can go to. At least your religious lesson was free.

I think if you were in Olathe when Jack Hines was being a racist bully to Santos, you would have had pity for Santos - not Jack Hines.

Jack Hines was lucky when he spoke viley towards Ricky that (1) Ricky was the owner of the room & was not going to lower himself to Jack's level. (2) I had more respect for Ricky & the room ownership then I did for Jack Hines.

Generally speaking, if someone were to throw a racial slur or suggest I suck their ****, they should be the one holding the bible.

Too bad Jack Hines couldn't locate your bible & get the help he needed.

There are more than a handful of pool players I know that have had issues with drugs - but none, and I mean none, were as so profoundly rude wtih little or no thought given & utter contempt for their fellow human beings.

 

[tomgearhart]

Jack's First And Only "REAL" Job

Just curious who he is and where he is from...

Another funny story about Jack Hynes is:

Mid eighties: After living in different parts of the country, Jack comes back to Toledo to get a REAL job because he is tired of the "road life", the hustlin', the drugs, the cons, and people chasing him for the "dumps" he perpetrated.

His "REAL" job he found was as a pizza driver for Marco's Pizza, a local company here in Toledo. He had the red Marco's t-shirt, the red Marco's hat, and the red Marco's red apron with the two pockets to keep the cash in, and a cute company owned red Ford Pinto painted red with a flashing Marco's sign on the roof.

His first night on the job had Jack delivering his first two pizzas to a college dorm with the pies costing the college kids $19.85. When they answered the door, they handed Jack a $20 and told him to keep the change.

The second pizza run of the night had Jack delivering an extra large pizza loaded with everything costing $17 to a couple of teenagers. There were no lights on in the house but when Jack knocked on the door anyway, the kid that answered took the pizza and said he'd be right back with the money. The kid went out the back door of the abandoned house and scooted with the pizza. Jack had to pay back the $17 to Marco's for the stolen Pizza.

Jack's third and final run delivering pizzas had Jack delivering five pies to a poker game ten blocks from the pizza joint. Jack climbed up on the porch and rang the doorbell. When the door opened, the guy looked at Jack and did a double-take, Jack looked at the guy and did a double-take, and Jack looked at two of the guys sitting at the poker table, the two guys at the table looked at Jack, and they all realized at the same time where they knew each other from. These were three of the five guys Jack convinced to put up $1,000 each at the Glass City Open (see one of my posts in this thread) and then never showed up to play his matches and was forfeited out of it making each of these guys a $1,000 loser. They were looking at Jack with murder, and glee, in their eyes!

Jack threw the pies at the poker table and ran out the door, jumped off the porch with the three guys in hot pursuit. Jack was pretty skinny back then and was pretty fleet of foot. These overweight, pizza eating, poker players had no chance of catching Jack. Jack zoomed right past the red Marco's pizza car in the driveway with the pizza roof light burning brightly and ran a 1/2 mile to the bar where I was at. He looked like s**t, his shoes and pant legs were caked with mud, and his red shirt and apron were in tatters from running through a swamp eluding his pissed off pursuers. After telling us the story, I asked Jack if he learned a lesson here. He said, "You bet! I'll never deliver f***ing pizzas again! Something about hot pizzas makes people cheap, makes them into thieves, and makes people who eat pizzas while playing poker into raving lunatics!"

To the best of my knowledge, he not only never delivered pizzas again, he never ate another one, either!

 

[HittMan]

kindness...don't leave home without it

Most of us speak from experience about jack and some of the other old timers. My take on Jack was he simply didn't bother to try to cover up or gloss over anything. He just did and dealt with it and expected the same from you.

Jack could take a tray of 16 balls...toss the balls up in the air, turn the tray upside down and catch the balls...no spill. Then repeat to get the tray right side up.

Try it sometime

Damn the pusher man
Damn the addict

just my opinion...you be the judge.

Hittman
Andy Bruce
Take a Hitt out on 'em

 

[!Smorgass Bored]

LOL....Thanks For That Story

Another funny story about Jack Hynes is:

Mid eighties: After living in different parts of the country, Jack comes back to Toledo to get a REAL job because he is tired of the "road life", the hustlin', the drugs, the cons, and people chasing him for the "dumps" he perpetrated.

His "REAL" job he found was as a pizza driver for Marco's Pizza, a local company here in Toledo. He had the red Marco's t-shirt, the red Marco's hat, and the red Marco's red apron with the two pockets to keep the cash in, and a cute company owned red Ford Pinto painted red with a flashing Marco's sign on the roof.

His first night on the job had Jack delivering his first two pizzas to a college dorm with the pies costing the college kids $19.85. When they answered the door, they handed Jack a $20 and told him to keep the change.

The second pizza run of the night had Jack delivering an extra large pizza loaded with everything costing $17 to a couple of teenagers. There were no lights on in the house but when Jack knocked on the door anyway, the kid that answered took the pizza and said he'd be right back with the money. The kid went out the back door of the abandoned house and scooted with the pizza. Jack had to pay back the $17 to Marco's for the stolen Pizza.

Jack's third and final run delivering pizzas had Jack delivering five pies to a poker game ten blocks from the pizza joint. Jack climbed up on the porch and rang the doorbell. When the door opened, the guy looked at Jack and did a double-take, Jack looked at the guy and did a double-take, and Jack looked at two of the guys sitting at the poker table, the two guys at the table looked at Jack, and they all realized at the same time where they knew each other from. These were three of the five guys Jack convinced to put up $1,000 each at the Glass City Open (see one of my posts in this thread) and then never showed up to play his matches and was forfeited out of it making each of these guys a $1,000 loser. They were looking at Jack with murder, and glee, in their eyes!

Jack threw the pies at the poker table and ran out the door, jumped off the porch with the three guys in hot pursuit. Jack was pretty skinny back then and was pretty fleet of foot. These overweight, pizza eating, poker players had no chance of catching Jack. Jack zoomed right past the red Marco's pizza car in the driveway with the pizza roof light burning brightly and ran a 1/2 mile to the bar where I was at. He looked like s**t, his shoes and pant legs were caked with mud, and his red shirt and apron were in tatters from running through a swamp eluding his pissed off pursuers. After telling us the story, I asked Jack if he learned a lesson here. He said, "You bet! I'll never deliver f***ing pizzas again! Something about hot pizzas makes people cheap, makes them into thieves, and makes people who eat pizzas while playing poker into raving lunatics!"

To the best of my knowledge, he not only never delivered pizzas again, he never ate another one, either!

What happened to the red car with the flashing sign ?
Doug

 

[bigskyjake]

What happened to the red car with the flashing sign ?
Doug

My guess is it recieved a serious punking and was then turned into a treestand for deer hunting

 

[tomgearhart]

What happened to the red car with the flashing sign ?
Doug

He left it in the driveway and someone from the pizza joint had to go get it. Also, as a side note: you'll never see Jack drive a red car, wear a red shirt or wear a red hat. Chuckle....!

 

[!Smorgass Bored]

Is It Safe ? Is It Safe ? IS IT SAFE ?

He left it in the driveway and someone from the pizza joint had to go get it. Also, as a side note: you'll never see Jack drive a red car, wear a red shirt or wear a red hat. Chuckle....!

Well, all his troubles started when he got a JOB....
Doug
( I'm staying OUT of trouble )

 

[JoeyA]

Thanks for the religious lesson. However, not trying to be rude, there are plenty of churches I can go to. At least your religious lesson was free.

I think if you were in Olathe when Jack Hines was being a racist bully to Santos, you would have had pity for Santos - not Jack Hines.

Jack Hines was lucky when he spoke viley towards Ricky that (1) Ricky was the owner of the room & was not going to lower himself to Jack's level. (2) I had more respect for Ricky & the room ownership then I did for Jack Hines.

Generally speaking, if someone were to throw a racial slur or suggest I suck their ****, they should be the one holding the bible.

Too bad Jack Hines couldn't locate your bible & get the help he needed.

There are more than a handful of pool players I know that have had issues with drugs - but none, and I mean none, were as so profoundly rude wtih little or no thought given & utter contempt for their fellow human beings.

Don't thank me for the religious lesson. It wasn't meant to be. I think you and everyone else in the world has to figure out for yourself if you need religion and where to find it. I'm certainly no beacon or teacher for religion and just try to do what I think is right.

I don't doubt what you say is true and as to the despicable things he has done to others, I believe he should have to pay for them NOW, not later. I'm more of a "I'll treat you decent as long as you treat me decent kind of guy" and never saw Jack do the things you and others say. I KNOW he wasn't a saint and he surely had the demons inside of him but he is still a human being. I just figure that there was more to him than just the bad things he did.

JoeyA

 

[JoeyA]

Another funny story about Jack Hynes is:

Mid eighties: After living in different parts of the country, Jack comes back to Toledo to get a REAL job because he is tired of the "road life", the hustlin', the drugs, the cons, and people chasing him for the "dumps" he perpetrated.

His "REAL" job he found was as a pizza driver for Marco's Pizza, a local company here in Toledo. He had the red Marco's t-shirt, the red Marco's hat, and the red Marco's red apron with the two pockets to keep the cash in, and a cute company owned red Ford Pinto painted red with a flashing Marco's sign on the roof.

His first night on the job had Jack delivering his first two pizzas to a college dorm with the pies costing the college kids $19.85. When they answered the door, they handed Jack a $20 and told him to keep the change.

The second pizza run of the night had Jack delivering an extra large pizza loaded with everything costing $17 to a couple of teenagers. There were no lights on in the house but when Jack knocked on the door anyway, the kid that answered took the pizza and said he'd be right back with the money. The kid went out the back door of the abandoned house and scooted with the pizza. Jack had to pay back the $17 to Marco's for the stolen Pizza.

Jack's third and final run delivering pizzas had Jack delivering five pies to a poker game ten blocks from the pizza joint. Jack climbed up on the porch and rang the doorbell. When the door opened, the guy looked at Jack and did a double-take, Jack looked at the guy and did a double-take, and Jack looked at two of the guys sitting at the poker table, the two guys at the table looked at Jack, and they all realized at the same time where they knew each other from. These were three of the five guys Jack convinced to put up $1,000 each at the Glass City Open (see one of my posts in this thread) and then never showed up to play his matches and was forfeited out of it making each of these guys a $1,000 loser. They were looking at Jack with murder, and glee, in their eyes!

Jack threw the pies at the poker table and ran out the door, jumped off the porch with the three guys in hot pursuit. Jack was pretty skinny back then and was pretty fleet of foot. These overweight, pizza eating, poker players had no chance of catching Jack. Jack zoomed right past the red Marco's pizza car in the driveway with the pizza roof light burning brightly and ran a 1/2 mile to the bar where I was at. He looked like s**t, his shoes and pant legs were caked with mud, and his red shirt and apron were in tatters from running through a swamp eluding his pissed off pursuers. After telling us the story, I asked Jack if he learned a lesson here. He said, "You bet! I'll never deliver f***ing pizzas again! Something about hot pizzas makes people cheap, makes them into thieves, and makes people who eat pizzas while playing poker into raving lunatics!"

To the best of my knowledge, he not only never delivered pizzas again, he never ate another one, either!

Funny stuff Tom. Rep to you.
JoeyA

 

[watchez]

Well said. I too am a 'treat others to extremes' type of guy & am not afraid to pay it forward. With the Jack HInes I saw on multiple occasions, he already dug a hole so deep that I wouldn't have a rope long enough to pull him out.

 

[alphadog]

Y'all Hines just showed up in Arlington Tx again this past weekend.He's alive and......well he's alive anyway! Jack