A few years ago I was sitting around an evening campfire at the Oregon Country Fair in Veneta, just jawing with a few of the folks on my volunteer crew when, for some forgotten reason, I mentioned the Mudsharks in the course of my rambling.
“What’s a Mudshark?” someone asked.
“The Mudsharks were a Hoedad crew,” I told them, thinking that would be explanation enough for anybody, until the next question hit me.
“What’s a Hoedad?”
I looked around at the half-dozen faces in the flickering light and saw innocent curiosity. They weren’t kidding, I realized. They really, truly had no clue about who or what a Hoedad was.