Turkey hunting and cocaine don't mix.
Turkey hunting and cocaine don't mix.
WWD this sounds like it played out as terrible as every duck hunting story you have ever put on here......smh
Don't worry about your choke, try investing in a normal sleep pattern.
I have to say that’s possibly the most disastrous turkey hunting story I’ve ever heard. My condolences.
I think you should quit turkey hunting. Forever
Now we turkey huntin! If you had a wing bone to flute and a signed something with the biologist in charge of making next year's turkeys you would be tagged out. It's just that simple. Carry on.
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-
What a cone head
Too much firewater, too many miles too quickly, not nearly enough quality sleep, and the damn hen...as my memory returns in pieces and fractures...broke into a semi-strut and fanned briefly...so...screw y’all...ya bunch of no-missing turkey snobs! After that last post and 6 hours sleep, I cut and loaded about a half ton of Osage, dug a 100 quart cooler full of ramps, and drove 17 hours straight through back home. I’ll be eatin’ the tranny tonight with some morels, ramps, and a good red wine, so I’m thrilled I killed her! After that, I’m going to pass out for a couple of days with no recollection of any piss-poor shooting.
“I can’t wait ‘till I’m grown” is the stupidest @!#* I ever said!
Did the Jake weigh more, or the hen?
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