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.
Friday, January 13. Chuck's, over ice that the birds kept thawed overnight. Temps hovering at 23-25 degrees. Papa, Blake, John, J-Hawk, Tasha, Squid, Dave, & the Gipper. It was tough, but we came out with 47 for the day.
Cold weather! We took off January 10 & 11, yielding to fatigue and the rigors of hunting in mild, crappy weather. As of today, Jan. 12, we're back! Strong winds pushing 30 mph, temps in the lower 30's, p.m. hunt on the west side of the Lost 20. NICE! Left with 25.
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.