Buzzy Lamb and the Breathing Pipe

This is what I should think of when I hear the term Buzzy Lamb. Not horrific decapitation and childhood horror.

Growing up there were actually a several different decapitation stories that made the rounds in Santaquin. It seemed that everyone knew someone who had a cousin, who had a friend, who knew about this guy, who got his head chopped off, when he was doing something exactly like what you were doing at that exact moment. Head out a bus window? Someone knew a guy. Jumping fences while fleeing the police? You better believe they knew a guy who knew a guy who lost his head that Exact Same Way. There was one story that had once been kind of true but may had been embellished to some degree. The related facts of the story were that a man named Buzzy Lamb was drunk and driving down the canyon road in his Jeep when he drove off the road and was killed. With a name like Buzzy an alcohol related death is all but guaranteed if you really stop to consider it. There was a irrigation pipe in the mouth of the canyon, near where he was supposed to have wrecked, which vented air that sounded like strained breathing. Naturally, that helped turn the story into a much cooler one about Buzzy loosing his head in the wreck and spending his time crawling around looking for it and what you heard was his breathing. Anytime you were up the canyon at night with someone new you were duty bound to roll out the Buzzy Lamb story and hopefully scare everyone. It worked on me, not so much on most other people but I, due to my nearly clinical wussiness, was predisposed to decapitation related terror, actually any terror honestly.