And then the farmers have no season. Kill them, call the GW to come and get them. Do it again tomorrow and on and on.

Again years ago one farmer was shooting them in the guts with a .22lr. Those old boys let him know enough was enough, but he kept on bragging about it. One day he went to town and when he went back to his truck it looked different.

Yes, times have changed.




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