Summer before last I had both knees replaced. Hurt like hades for a while and couldn't walk very well. I had cabin fever really bad, so my buddy/landowner came by one day and picked me up, put my wounded azzzz in the back of a Polaris Ranger in a high seat, gave me my rifle and a box of ammo. He drove me around, I whacked 8 pigs in 3 hours and didn't budge from the seat of that Ranger. He retrieved them, I kept shooting, we both had a blast.
Was I hunting? I know one thing..... I forgot to get SB's permission.
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