When it gets here, it's going to be hot and miserable.
I wish it was. I hope there are some mornings this September cool enough for a hoodie
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When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home. -Tecumseh-
I think NB is typing about shooting something. In mid to late August I think more about doves, get excited I should say. I fucking love summer, and I'm a grown up. The heat doesn't bother me. As soon as that last day of duck season rolls out i am ready sun.
I love the summer myself. I killed one of my best bucks to date on August 15. It was 104 degrees when I got back to the truck to load him.
When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home. -Tecumseh-
Coconuts, I love them
I love dove hunting.
Private Land Rubberhead # 1
cold beer negates any worries about heat on a September dove field.
Oh I do. Still in my top three favorite things, and I'm donned in khaki.
I do not recommend going hunting in a hoodie. Law enforcement will bust a cap in you quick like if wear a hoodie. Hell, its America....wear what you want to. If the gw's show up just do what I do and quickly gather up your empty shells and beer cans walk inside the wood line. Once they walk by your spot checking people come back out and start hunting again.
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I always give my neighbors to the left and right of me a courtesy "oooooh ooooh....game wardens just rolled up" shout. Most of the time they just sit there but I hit the bushes. I hate even talking with those motha fukers.
When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home. -Tecumseh-
I know the feeling. I'm not going to wish my life away so I'm glad for all the summer things that I get to get between now and September.
Ephesians 2 : 8-9
Charles Barkley: Nobody doesn't like meat.
Yeah, but do you consider a dog to be a filthy animal? I wouldn't go so far as to call a dog filthy but they're definitely dirty. But, a dog's got personality. Personality goes a long way.
You might take out a dozen before they drag you from your home and skull fuck you to death. Marsh Chicken 6/21/2013
Damn the doves bring on the bluewings
"I'm just a victim of a circumstance"
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