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, December 27, 2011
Well, Not What We Were Lookin' For
J-Hawk, Casey, Fred, Cannonball & I returned to the Homer this afternoon hoping for a repeat of yesterday, only with closer ducks. Didn't happen. 10 Birds, all shovelers.
27 days, 500 ducks.
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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