Never too old to experience something new in the woods.

[Hogmauler]

1996. We’re hunting the Salt Fork of the Red River. I was right on the edge of a corn field when I caught a flicker of white. I swung over there and was looking for it in my scope. I found it. It was my father in law taking a shat! I couldn’t get that scope down fast enough. Didn’t know wether to shat or go blind. Or hurl.

[glen]

When I lived in Georgetown we had a lot of “pet deer”. Many evenings I would have 15-20 within 20 yards. They make all kinds of noises. Fart, sneeze, and burp I guess. Some seemed to suffer from allergies and I always thought it was just bot flies. They will also eat about anything. Pasta and chicken strips were high on the menu favorites