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.
Ouch. 'Nuff said. Clear skies, upper 20's, thin ice, dead ducks. My partners in crime were the Kid, Danger Dave, Matthew, J-Hawk, Jake, and Blake. Left the blind at 8:15 with full bags. Not a bad way to end the week. 46 Birds.
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.