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 25, 2013
Going Out With A Whisper
Well, it's pretty slow around the Trigger Happy Hunting Club. Blake and I slipped into Chuck's blind this morning to get a birds-eye observation of how the ducks were behaving. What we found was that the few ducks that were on that side of the farm weren't interested in what we had to offer. We left at 8:30 with 2 birds, and popped a snow on the way out.
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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