Lugnut

Last time I was home, my sister picked me up from the airport along with my cousin, Mark, and his wife. Mark lives on the mountain in a house that belongs to the Forester Sisters. There are several mountains in North Georgia, but each is referred to by it's inhabitants as THE mountain. On the way home from the airport one of his stories from the mountain began as follows:

We were in Eton going hog hunting when we realized we only had one lugnut...

I wish I remembered the rest of the story, but I never got over the richness of the opening line.