"I didn't know they had these anymore," I said.
"Want me to give it a try?" he asked.
"Do you think you could?"
"Without a doubt. I may be skinny, but I've got a wicked driver."
"Oh, do you now?"
He lifted his chin, stuck out his chest and smiled, laughing. "I think I've got what it takes. Here," he said, handing me the bucket of cookies.
He gave his money to the barker for the game and stood in the line of mainly men who were giving it the two tries you got for two dollars. One woman was in the group and she just laughed as she only got the dinger about one-third of the way up.
Dean took hold of the very large sledge hammer and took a couple of practice swings with it in the air. Then he stepped up and slammed the hammer against the block and it went almost all the way to the top.
