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thank you!

26 more days till elk season...
May the weeks pass swiftly!

I had a wicked case of swamp ass last summer. It get really hot and humid up here in the pennsyltucky hills. I swear it lasted for about a month. Fortunately this summer has bee really mild. No swamp ass for me.

It is open here already. Can't imagine having one down in this heat! Yikes!

Might as well drop one on this thread to keep'er going, so to speak.......

Many moons ago during an archery season for Elk in Western Oregon, practically the whole family, minus mom, was in the woods and determined to bag the big one.
Both of my older brothers were home on leave from the Air Force and brought with them the good ole MREs and plenty of camo to suit us all up.
After a half-day adventure, we had all managed to meet up at the same place, despite leaving from various locations and random departure times, plainly indicating none of us had seen, nor gotten squat..........
That is at least until my oldest brother made the general announcement, whether we needed to hear it or not, that apparently mom's canned venison gravy over homemade biscuits and more than taken their toll over his intestines and his late arrival to the meeting spot was a direct result.
Not wanting to leave us out of the loop, he declared that he was on the hunt once again for a good "spot". At much protest, we redirected his initial "spot" to be somewhere downwind from our present location, and being beyond the range of our preditor hearing and then some.
A few minutes passed and we had indeed escaped the sites and sounds that we all feared, though not for long. Within a mere few seconds of his return to our location we began to detect that something had indeed followed him, a hitchhiker of sorts if you will. As the smell of the dirty deed began to make its rounds, slowly but surely we began checking wind, verses his last known waypoint. It didn't add up and that's when we got nervous. The thought of an outdoor load being able to buck 10mph wind from a distance of 60 plus yards was more than any professor could dream up, or it would have been banned in Geneva.

Finally after about 10 minutes of short breaths and threats to inflict bodily harm upon him, he discovered the "source".....
In the haste of cleaning up and removing himself from the local as quickly as possible, he felt that removing the finger tab release from his wiping hand would have been apparently a move his timetable would not afford. After all, it was on the back of his hand right?

The sound of laughter, mixed with the instant one-liners about anything and everything "going on his tab" precluded us from bagging any Elk that day, but the fact that he continued to use it for the rest of the season is hard evidence to his unwillingness to quit on good gear.

baboon season is close.

fight the monkey!!

you gotta keep the ole red starfish clean brothers!!

This thread contains the collective knowledge of the baboon warriors, we must comply with the words of the elders.

oh I could see myself getting back into this baboon stuff here.. heck this could be fun

Close my eye, that damned Baboon Ass got me today, know I remember why I hate humid climates...............AAARRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH Gonna drink beer and make the pain go away!

Dave ever get his new cell phone??

I know how to find out.

I was gonna send him a text but its worthless if he dont have it yet.

I just sent him one, we will definitely know if he has it if he gets it. New twist on the clown face

Cool, let me know if he responds.

Will do.

Was gonna send him a picture of baboon ass, but thought better of it.

I sent that to Bart

meow

He'll like it I'm sure.....he likes those kind of things.

The baboon rides again

Mom suggested Epsom Salts or menthol cream. She must really think I'm dense.