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.
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Noah Had an Ark . . .
. . . prolly gonna wish we did too. I left the rain gauge out at home through the snow and ice, which broke the glass. Ultimately, that means I don't know how much rain we got. What I do know was that it was a lot. The farm is an ocean, so when Johnny, Blake and I laid tracks for Chuck's it was more an effort to clear our gear from the blind than to hunt. Nonetheless, we brought out 8 in the process.
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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