Botiz630 wrote:How much does an apostrophe cost down south? Must be quite a bit, based on how sparingly you use them.
assateague wrote:Wives are all against super cool, awesome ideas. If Columbus had been married, we'd all still be European.
WisconsinWaterfowler wrote: You just have to use the back of your throat and hum. That's how I would describe it anyways.
aunt betty wrote:Sigh, here goes.
Once I was hunting at Clinton Lake. My favorite spot. It was 8 degrees, wind howling, and everywhere is WHITE.
I'm hurtin bad so I take my shotgun, get out of the boat and lean up against a tree. I'm still going and here comes about 50 greenheads. So I grabbed my call and sent out a hail. Turned 'em and they start circling right over me. Waders? what waders?
I shot a triple, my dog retrieved two on one retrieve and went and got the other one while I cleaned up "the mess".
How many times have YOU shot three ducks with your pants pulled down?
Shouldbeaguide wrote: We rolled donuts all weekend on green tops and specks. Make sure your facts are strait
Underradar wrote:Let me in on this.
I flicked a booger at my computer.
teddysberna wrote:Sometimes I think that you think I'm retarded, Swamp...
bighop wrote:I've had movements with more brains than you.
pike_mazter wrote:I have many......
I had a group of about 25 turkey in no less than 5 feet away while I dropped a stink pickle deer hunting.
A buddy of mine has many experiences slicing a turd in the woods. He doesn't understand the concept of smashing $20 worth of McDonalds breakfast before we hunt. He went out one time while goose hunting, you could tell where in the woods he was because he picked about the smallest tree he could. You see this softball size tree nearly fold over with him leaning on him. He had a mysterious amount of mud around his boots and was no longer wearing socks.
I always have a dry roll of paper no matter what.
Rat Creek wrote:Plenty of office related challenges, but not much in the woods. Normally, that is a peaceful and tranquil setting.
However, a friend of mine returned to the duck blind cussing and carrying on. I guess his wallet fell out of his pants pocket in his haste to get his waders, jeans and panties down. Then as bad luck would have it, he spray painted a Picasso all over it. And as it contained drivers license, credit cards and hunting license, he had no choice but to begin the haz-mat clean-up.
And by the way, poop and fart stories are always funny.
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