Well winter has hit us in a big way; I’ve worked the last three weeks straight with no time off. So all the decoys that need painting are in piles or half painted in my decoy room in the basement.
The up side to all this work is the bride said that any weekend I work more than 8hrs of overtime I can buy 5 new lures, well she’s in the hole for 15 new lures come next payday. HEHEHEHE.
Now I have to work out some kind of deal with her on a new tackle bag, any ideas from you boys would be appreciated.
The plow truck I’m driving is a 1992 MACK and I’ve been looking at that bulldogs butt way too much, it’s been showing it’s age and breaking down some lately. Nothing like crawling under a truck dripping with slush at four in the morning because you have a broken cable to make you feel alive.
I have a new wingman this year he’s on lone from the county for the winter. Last Friday night while we were out, we had three white outs. I thought this guy was going to loose it he was so tensed up he got a cramp between his shoulder blades. I could just see myself backhanding him and telling him to snap out of it, but it didn’t get to that.
Well I also got a phone call from my son in Iraqi; he’s up by the Syrian (sp?) border. He said that he captured a guy that run one of Sodom’s (sp?) torture prisons. He was pretty pumped over that, in all they got like 27 insurgents. I’m not sure what the bag limit is over there. He’s to come home soon, but not soon enough for me. He’s going to re-up, great more sleepless nights for the o’l 870
Next time you see a plow truck wave I might be driving
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