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.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
All By Me Onesy
Unaccompanied, I returned to the field this morning to get a closer look at the empty skies. I saw a grand total of 6 birds, all mallards. I killed 4 of 'em. Not a great day, but I still came out with my limit of mallards. Coulda been worse.
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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