We couldn't go hunting one Saturday afternoon, Momma had me and MDman doing yard work. We kept hearing the pack hounds get closer and closer until finally Buddy shot off into the woods like a lightning bolt. 10 seconds later, out bursts a monster 8-10 pointer at full gallop with Buddy gnawing on his hind quarters. Chased him across two fields, the highway, and the length of another field before Buddy came strutting back into the yard with a half cocked smile on his face. True story.
"Pain, or damage don't end the world — or despair, or fu**in' beatings. The world ends when you're dead. Until then, you got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man, ......and give some back." -Al Swearingen
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