Dedicated to the philosophy of our Southern Heritage and Baptized in the traditions of the Mississippi Alluvial Delta Region . . . Well, that and watching ducks come apart at close ranges.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
DOVE SEASON!
For the second straight year, dove season was a blast in every sense of the word. The weather was a little on the warm side, but our barrels stayed red-hot. Despite the inordinately harsh summer weather, after a few cokes from the icebox and a sausage biscuit from Tasha's bag, everyone came out smiling.
Chicks dig me, because I rarely wear underwear, and when I do, it's usually something exotic. I'm good look'n, quite personable, and exeptionally humble. They call me Gibby, and I'm a likable guy, but it ain't easy bein' me.
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