Hell guys - we only lack weather, flyway, and habitat. The fact we even go is amazing.
I got nothing better to do at 3 am on a Saturday in December or January so might as well go stand in the swamps and let the wife sleep in
I coulda been a fisherman. Fishermen, they get up, they fish, they sell fish, they smelt fish. Reminds me of this girl I used to go with, Yvonne, she smelled like fish.