Got a mallard limit Saturday, and dropped his first dirty word in front of his old man.
My hound did everything well, except find two cripples. It was a stellar day, with the exception of missing three black ducks, which precipitated the wordy dird. Otherwise, there were lots of high fives. I let him take as many shots as he could.
We finished it with a couple 2lb ribeyes and a pile of bacon grease fried taters and cheese.
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A certain gentleman out of GA will recognize the call around his neck. It was used to chuckle more than one greenhead to his death.
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