My buddies and I were at the Edina, MN TGIF a couple of years ago and Verne came rollin in and bellied up to the bar with us. He told some great old stories, many of which centered on Mad Dog Vachon. A group of rasslers would be on a chartered turboprop up to Minot or Fargo or something, and they'd feel the cabin door opening at 6000 feet and the Dog would be "whizzing" out the door or throwing something out of the plane ... stuff like that.