I wish we could just skip summer and get back in to hunting season. I ready for cool fall evenings, acorns dropping, camp fires, poker and football games.
I don't know why people want to be in these new age "G" rated hunt clubs. I cherish the memories of good Ole hunt club weekends growing up. Lots of lying, cussing, drinking, and gambling.
If any of all have anything of value to post throw it up. I drank my first beers and smoked my first cigarets at hunt clubs.
Here is a big rookie mistake you only make once at a hunt club. You bring your fresh bottle of crown inside the club house and leave it on the counter. That shit will get gone quicker than Jordan sneakers on black Friday!
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