Kinda in the vein of the thread,

Young son was playing disc golf at a City of Austin park (not too far from where poboy lives) and witnessed this "homeless" guy with an old
Daisy 880 fill up one of them old chain clip fish stringers with Whitewings one Sunday morning. He said the guy wandered back off into the hobo jungle along the creek where they could see smoke. So I suppose he had a feast!


Founder
Ancient Order of the 1895 Winchester

"Come, shall we go and kill us venison?
And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools,
Being native burghers of this desert city,
Should in their own confines with forked heads
Have their round haunches gored."

WS