The OLD Scots and Irish usta tell tall tales of fabled individuals who could talk down the price of a horse of a mornin', buy it cheap, dress it nice and sell it dear by noon.

They oft referred to these mavens by the pejorative "pinhooker" but the truth be known many harbored a secret admiration for their skill. There were some who purposely went outta their way to be able to brag thet they had got the best of the local pinhooker.

Needless to say, these benighted souls were the meat and potatoes on the table of the skilled trader.

I gathered from the stories I listened to that the business was usually conducted at the local racetrack and/or fairgrounds.

I have no clue from whence the name derived.

s/COF at Dun Romanwhere the only thang we trade is old memories



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