Here’s the image above a little bigger, in case you want to see Bayne’s handiwork a little closer. Thanks again, man.

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A LITTLE ABOUT BAYNE: He was on his way out from the East Coast the first time, just a young whippersnapper, on this way to Mammoth Mountain. Somewhere along the way, he made friends with some vagabond guy. Well, after a couple nights of boozing and rabblerousing around whatever western town they were in, the vagabond turned on Bayne, and things got heated. The guy jumped him and Bayne fought back, punching the guy in the kisser. The force was so great, he knocked one the guy’s teeth out. His hand got pretty cut up in the scrap, so he washed everything out headed out of town late that night. A couple days passed and he finally made it out to Mammoth. His hand was smarting really bad. Just wasn’t healing up the way it was supposed to. Maybe he had some kind of infection?

He went to the doctor and after some inspection, and digging around in the wound, he found the object that was putting up such a fight.

The doc found a tooth embedded in the wound.

This is how the story was told to me. Just passing it on. Tall tale? Hard to say.