Not a bad mixed bag. That has to be interesting hunting tides like that…definitely adds another element to the hunt. We skipped out this morning, had a couple inches of snow last night which turned the roads into a mess and didn’t want to risk towing the boat on ice pack. It’s been a slow season for us in NC, doesn’t seem we have ever gotten a good push of migrating birds.
I hit some black ice on the way to the dock...Truck, then trailer heading into the oncoming lane. Steered out of it without an issue.
Couple hours later across the bay I hear Police, Fire, and EMS light up and head towards where I lost control. Long story short. When I came through heading back home. A Stater was flagging traffic across from a bad wreck.
Minivan lost control and got T-boned by an oncoming Dodge SUV....I stopped and ask the Stater if they people were ok....He said “No Sir, they’re in bad shape.”
Only difference, I imagine was speed. I was doing 35 MPH because of ice. 2 hours later the sun was up and someone didn’t think that spots on the road still in the shadows can be slick. I’m guessing, but it looked like a 45-50 MPH wreck from the damage.
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Curiosity Killed the Cat & The Prairie Dog “Molon Labe”
Nice!!!! Daffy Duck to fly by🤣🤣🤣🤣 Boom Chakalacka mutha fugger.
All I did today was go to a couple of LGS.
Got to witness a 8 or 9 girl clearing handguns to show customers multiple times Safe handling. Clear em to and from. Carried herself like she has done it many times... Kudo,s to the kid for that I geuss.....🥴🥴🙄
Momma the FFL holder not their at all... Phatt fugg mid 20,s older sister in charge for the day I geuss. She has always been a dullard and dimwitted only reason she has a job is cause its family.
Let 8 or 9 yr kid sister show customers multiple handguns.... Rolling on her own. Can I show you a gun sir???
Bout 4 of us seeing this totally blown the fugg away as it was happening..
My earlier msg call was returned. Person said they are gonna go put the fear of god in the dumb fugg owners about this.... Aint gonna fugg em up license or business wise. Just pay em a official azz reaming visit Give them a bussiness morality lecture about having 8 or 9 yr olds handling firearms and showing them for sale to customers.
you gonna grill, fry, fricasee, bake, broil, or stew it?
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
I went Thursday, the first day well since the Covid. Didnt get too bad but was on 2 Hydroxychloroquine per week plus the other stuff. Got kinda worried the Friday before and went in, got tested neg, got decadron and ab injection. Figured i would test neg as i had poured some betadine in a bottle of sterile saline nasal spray and been snorting it a lot. Jumprd up the D3 to 20,000 and Z Sulphate to 220, jumprd C to 6000, doubled on NAC, 2 Melatonin in pm, doubled selinium and hand held budesonide.
Drove 110 to Prcos at Orla after the last norther dropped temps there to 18 at night hoping it brought some greenheads down.
Covered a lot of river w no ducks before driving up a hill and spotting a flock a third mile up river with binocs. Drove to river and headed up on foot looping in where they had been. Gone. Hauled ass up river swimming after having seen the truck stationary on the hill and me looking st them with binocs through the windshield. Crap.
Start looping up the river through brush and weeds a blowdowns of old salt cedar from helicopter spraying years ago. A bitch.
Finally jump one straggler 50 yards below the main flock of 30 and throw up and spot shoot. Dont know how i missed but hes gaining power, speed and altitude. Put the bead on the tip of his quack and swing with him and KABOOM. He folds in flight graveyard dead but since the first shot missed he had pulled away and fell in the thick schiett across the river. Crap. No rod reel and Lucky 13 gonna get him, and he was Uge.
Crap. A half mile up or down river to a shallow crossing and im already wore about out from looping up river climbing banks and crossing blowdowns to get to river and look for them through the brush.
I get down to the edge and see 70 yds up a little island and shallower. Make it up there, sit in dead grass, pull off the Lacrosses, wool socks, Wrangler insulated jeans, Quail Run finest made medium thick Moreno longjohns and underwear and step in slush ice lining the shore. Wade across with water a little over a foot deep but sinking in mud and silt another foot holding up Heny with one hand and keeping balance with an 8 foot salt cedar staff while pulling out one foot after another.
Got across and worked down stream through the brush and stobs and weeds barefoot and laid the talley whaker grabbers on the big bastid. Uge.
Rested then headed back again. Got sat on the grass and wiped stinky mud off feet and from between toes afrte drying legs and nuts with the Fruit of the Looms. Wrapped my feet in the Quail Runs and waited for some feeling to return. Feels weird trying to pull heavy wool socks on feet you can see but cant feel. Was so worn out it took some doing to pull those LaCrosses up and on over my high instep with heavy wool socks. You'll learn when you get old enough that pulling on tight boots can be an exhausting event.
Was doing well but tired by the time i made it back to the truck. I love Quail Run Moreno longjohns.
Here he is. 44 inches wing tip to wing tip. I was wore out and headed home.
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Ecc 10:2 The heart of the wise inclines to the right, but that of a fool to the left.
A Nation which leaves God behind is soon left behind.
"The Lord never asked anyone to be a tax collector, lowyer, or Redskins fan".
I'm old enough to think I remember my folks calling that a DA haircut in the 50's.
Short for Duck's Ass, they told me.
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
Nice!!!! Daffy Duck to fly by🤣🤣🤣🤣 Boom Chakalacka mutha fugger.
All I did today was go to a couple of LGS.
Got to witness a 8 or 9 girl clearing handguns to show customers multiple times Safe handling. Clear em to and from. Carried herself like she has done it many times... Kudo,s to the kid for that I geuss.....🥴🥴🙄
Momma the FFL holder not their at all... Phatt fugg mid 20,s older sister in charge for the day I geuss. She has always been a dullard and dimwitted only reason she has a job is cause its family.
Let 8 or 9 yr kid sister show customers multiple handguns.... Rolling on her own. Can I show you a gun sir???
Bout 4 of us seeing this totally blown the fugg away as it was happening..
My earlier msg call was returned. Person said they are gonna go put the fear of god in the dumb fugg owners about this.... Aint gonna fugg em up license or business wise. Just pay em a official azz reaming visit Give them a bussiness morality lecture about having 8 or 9 yr olds handling firearms and showing them for sale to customers.
🤦♂️🤦♂️🤦♂️🤦♂️🤦♂️🤦♂️
I was gonna stick around and wait at the counter for my turn to ask the little girl if she could have shown me a Gen 5 G34 MOS🥴🥴🥴🙄🙄🙄🤦♂️🤦♂️🤦♂️
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
I went Thursday, the first day well since the Covid. Didnt get too bad but was on 2 Hydroxychloroquine per week plus the other stuff. Got kinda worried the Friday before and went in, got tested neg, got decadron and ab injection. Figured i would test neg as i had poured some betadine in a bottle of sterile saline nasal spray and been snorting it a lot. Jumprd up the D3 to 20,000 and Z Sulphate to 220, jumprd C to 6000, doubled on NAC, 2 Melatonin in pm, doubled selinium and hand held budesonide.
Drove 110 to Prcos at Orla after the last norther dropped temps there to 18 at night hoping it brought some greenheads down.
Covered a lot of river w no ducks before driving up a hill and spotting a flock a third mile up river with binocs. Drove to river and headed up on foot looping in where they had been. Gone. Hauled ass up river swimming after having seen the truck stationary on the hill and me looking st them with binocs through the windshield. Crap.
Start looping up the river through brush and weeds a blowdowns of old salt cedar from helicopter spraying years ago. A bitch.
Finally jump one straggler 50 yards below the main flock of 30 and throw up and spot shoot. Dont know how i missed but hes gaining power, speed and altitude. Put the bead on the tip of his quack and swing with him and KABOOM. He folds in flight graveyard dead but since the first shot missed he had pulled away and fell in the thick schiett across the river. Crap. No rod reel and Lucky 13 gonna get him, and he was Uge.
Crap. A half mile up or down river to a shallow crossing and im already wore about out from looping up river climbing banks and crossing blowdowns to get to river and look for them through the brush.
I get down to the edge and see 70 yds up a little island and shallower. Make it up there, sit in dead grass, pull off the Lacrosses, wool socks, Wrangler insulated jeans, Quail Run finest made medium thick Moreno longjohns and underwear and step in slush ice lining the shore. Wade across with water a little over a foot deep but sinking in mud and silt another foot holding up Heny with one hand and keeping balance with an 8 foot salt cedar staff while pulling out one foot after another.
Got across and worked down stream through the brush and stobs and weeds barefoot and laid the talley whaker grabbers on the big bastid. Uge.
Rested then headed back again. Got sat on the grass and wiped stinky mud off feet and from between toes afrte drying legs and nuts with the Fruit of the Looms. Wrapped my feet in the Quail Runs and waited for some feeling to return. Feels weird trying to pull heavy wool socks on feet you can see but cant feel. Was so worn out it took some doing to pull those LaCrosses up and on over my high instep with heavy wool socks. You'll learn when you get old enough that pulling on tight boots can be an exhausting event.
Was doing well but tired by the time i made it back to the truck. I love Quail Run Moreno longjohns.
Here he is. 44 inches wing tip to wing tip. I was wore out and headed home.
I missed a pair of Wigeon that strafed me on the outer edge of the decoys. I gave them the 🖕🏾as they left me looking stupid and asking “How’d I miss those?”
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Curiosity Killed the Cat & The Prairie Dog “Molon Labe”
I went Thursday, the first day well since the Covid. Didnt get too bad but was on 2 Hydroxychloroquine per week plus the other stuff. Got kinda worried the Friday before and went in, got tested neg, got decadron and ab injection. Figured i would test neg as i had poured some betadine in a bottle of sterile saline nasal spray and been snorting it a lot. Jumprd up the D3 to 20,000 and Z Sulphate to 220, jumprd C to 6000, doubled on NAC, 2 Melatonin in pm, doubled selinium and hand held budesonide.
Drove 110 to Prcos at Orla after the last norther dropped temps there to 18 at night hoping it brought some greenheads down.
Covered a lot of river w no ducks before driving up a hill and spotting a flock a third mile up river with binocs. Drove to river and headed up on foot looping in where they had been. Gone. Hauled ass up river swimming after having seen the truck stationary on the hill and me looking st them with binocs through the windshield. Crap.
Start looping up the river through brush and weeds a blowdowns of old salt cedar from helicopter spraying years ago. A bitch.
Finally jump one straggler 50 yards below the main flock of 30 and throw up and spot shoot. Dont know how i missed but hes gaining power, speed and altitude. Put the bead on the tip of his quack and swing with him and KABOOM. He folds in flight graveyard dead but since the first shot missed he had pulled away and fell in the thick schiett across the river. Crap. No rod reel and Lucky 13 gonna get him, and he was Uge.
Crap. A half mile up or down river to a shallow crossing and im already wore about out from looping up river climbing banks and crossing blowdowns to get to river and look for them through the brush.
I get down to the edge and see 70 yds up a little island and shallower. Make it up there, sit in dead grass, pull off the Lacrosses, wool socks, Wrangler insulated jeans, Quail Run finest made medium thick Moreno longjohns and underwear and step in slush ice lining the shore. Wade across with water a little over a foot deep but sinking in mud and silt another foot holding up Heny with one hand and keeping balance with an 8 foot salt cedar staff while pulling out one foot after another.
Got across and worked down stream through the brush and stobs and weeds barefoot and laid the talley whaker grabbers on the big bastid. Uge.
Rested then headed back again. Got sat on the grass and wiped stinky mud off feet and from between toes afrte drying legs and nuts with the Fruit of the Looms. Wrapped my feet in the Quail Runs and waited for some feeling to return. Feels weird trying to pull heavy wool socks on feet you can see but cant feel. Was so worn out it took some doing to pull those LaCrosses up and on over my high instep with heavy wool socks. You'll learn when you get old enough that pulling on tight boots can be an exhausting event.
Was doing well but tired by the time i made it back to the truck. I love Quail Run Moreno longjohns.
Here he is. 44 inches wing tip to wing tip. I was wore out and headed home.
Holy fugg.. All that for 1 duck???
You oughta get it stuffed!!! 👍👍👍😄😄😄
Just wait until you get old there fella.
You might even forget one day and go back where the haints are!
Busy clearing trails and shooting lanes, all of a sudden renegade looks up and sees the Lady Behind the Tree.
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
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