At this point, as it has been 25 years since I can feel confident I killed a black, if I saw one on the water, I'd be willing to snorkel in range of that bastard. Crazy to me to think that we used to kill them so regularly in the Wateree swamp, and my grandfather's records show they killed a black for every 4 mallards in the Pocalla swamp in the 60's and 70's. I crave one of those big velvet sumbitches.
Them that don't know him won't like him, and them that do sometimes won't know how to take him
He ain't wrong, he's just different, and his pride won't let him do things to make you think he's right
They don't put Championship rings on smooth hands
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