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, November 6, 2012
Catching Up
So, I'm behind. Dove season was da bomb, as per the norm. The weather was tragic and the shooting horrific, but I still managed to blast through waaaaay more boxes of shells than I should have and finally reduce my limit to possession. Rain and 30 m.p.h. winds, but you just can't complain about blasting through cases of shells with family and friends.
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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