Dennis, evidently you didn't get the Pee-new-moany from your Duck retrieving practice. Good to see you survived. Was there a big fish kill from the oily film on the water?
John, I think that song was Smokey Robinson I guess.
Jr it was cold enough
I saw three deer that day. Two bucks and a doe. I was within 6' of the doe goin 40mph. Um she was, not me.
I had a 10 yard shot at the little buck but he was facing toward me and I heard John say a long time ago " that aint no shot for a hunter"
Dale I don't mind the jabs from John.
One of my favorite memories was of John, a certafied Middle Indiana bean field flatlander, sliding down one of our Knobs up at the Backcountry On his Butt
He never said nothing when Me and Tim, and Dan laughed
are you sure there were two bucks? Could be shivering just made one look double......I'm pretty sure it was one o' them little Earth Tremors that caused me to go butt surfing
-- Edited by john nail on Monday 7th of November 2011 08:07:08 PM