I could be at home with my fleece pants on, feet up on the couch, watching football and eating chips. But that don't put arras in pigs now do it? Instead I'm 15 ft up, securely tied to a tree waiting patiently for the gluttons to arrive. The winds have finally died down to around 138mph, so as long as I time the gusts right I oughta be able to put one in a pig by aiming 40 or 50 feet in front of it. Gonna be a little tougher hunt tonight because when the feeder went off the corn blew a good 40 yards before it hit the ground.
What the hell was I thinking coming out here? I guess you can't kill em from the couch.
What the hell was I thinking coming out here? I guess you can't kill em from the couch.
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