Who's Hunted in a Sex Shack?

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Beaver10

Originally Posted by 12344mag

Just aim through the glory hole

You mean the stabbin' cabin? Not me. That was a long time ago.

Originally Posted by add

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Beaver10

It was a LOvE SHacK and I shot a triple on the 😳 babes.

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When I went to Argentina hunting, it was there for the taking.
I said, no thank you.

Originally Posted by Hammerdown

When I went to Argentina hunting, it was there for the taking.
I said, no thank you.

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Originally Posted by auk1124

Just aim through the glory hole

The glory hole will get you every time, most of the time

I have.

It was someone else's sex shack. An old camper trailer they used for "romantic getaways" once upon a time, long since past.

A tree had fallen on it and ripped part of one wall off , exposed to the elements it didn't fair well, but you could sit in it and still feel like you were still outdoors, as apposed to hunting in someone living room.

No, but the parking spot at the trailhead was littered with urban jellyfish.

We have a maple broomstick thicket I named the Fouckshack. lol

Deer go in there to lay pipe

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Originally Posted by dye7barrel

Originally Posted by auk1124

Just aim through the glory hole

The glory hole will get you every time, most of the time

Take a picture through the hole and we'll have a close-up of jimNtenn

It was a house that was a love shack before my time , but I hunted out of it .
Story goes that a couple of Cherokee squalls lived there and traded poontang for whiskey and food .
There was a Cherokee camp on the farm I grew up on and burial ground in bottom field .
Some stuff was recovered from there , arrow heads , tomahawk, far as I know all the pottery was broken because of cultivation.
The squalls came from the camp , not sure how they got a house to live in , trade I suppose .
Uncle who is 96 I believe was telling me about them .
He taken there as a child for being so small . His parents my grandparents, left him there with them for a couple days .
They did some kind of ritual , said he was scared to death , he remained a small man , served in Japan and was a working mofo . Lol , got side tracked , anyway , hunted from the house and never saw a friggin deer while there , but the place was eat up with track , guess It was a night time route .
Kenneth

In Tennessee it's called a glory hole.

I’m at the edge of the fouckshack thicket right now.

lol

Tucked just inside hardwood interface

We ran a black Angus cow outta here an hour ago upon set up