A buddy of mine was rabbit hunting down by Owensboro, Ky one time, and found an old Ithaca double 12 in the ditch. It had been there some time, and was beyond repair. Too bad, too, it was a "New Ithaca Double" and might have been another feller's prize bunny gun.


You can roll a turd in peanuts, dip it in chocolate, and it still ain't no damn Baby Ruth.