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.
J-Hawk, Johnny, and the Gipper. Chuck's. It was 22 this morning when I got up. SE winds at 10 m.p.h. We dropped in to Chuck's at 1:30. We left at 3:30 with full bags. Last round of shooting was a Scotch Double on Gaddies that would have put us one over the limit if it hadn't been a one-shot kill.
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.