Ranger Rick
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Oct 5 I got soaked while bird hunting. I mean every stitch of clothing wet. Cold, too, being that wet. Took me a while in front of the fireplace to warm up. I finally broke down and bought a pair of goretex field pants from LL Bean. I'm hoping they arrive soon. It's pouring here today in northcentral WI and looks like it might be wet again this Saturday.
Some years ago I finished a successful morning hunt with a stop in a local pub for a bite. Soaked up to my waist, muddy boots, I'm the only customer and the bartender chatted about what I'd been up to. In walk 3 guys who take seats near me. She asks them about their day. They respond they're out bird hunting, but to her next question reply they were skunked. All 3 are dry and clean. She tells them I shot some grouse. The closest guy looks at me, looks at my wet clothes and muddy boots. I volunteer that you need to get wet and dirty to get birds.
This past weekend I come around a corner in the woods road to a car stopped, doors open, two skinhead-looking types walking in front of the car with a Rottweiler, ciggys hanging in their mouths, full camo dress. They weren't happy that I came along, seeing as they had to move their car so I could get by and the grouse they were trying to ground pound most likely had skeedaddled. Road hunters crack me up
Some years ago I finished a successful morning hunt with a stop in a local pub for a bite. Soaked up to my waist, muddy boots, I'm the only customer and the bartender chatted about what I'd been up to. In walk 3 guys who take seats near me. She asks them about their day. They respond they're out bird hunting, but to her next question reply they were skunked. All 3 are dry and clean. She tells them I shot some grouse. The closest guy looks at me, looks at my wet clothes and muddy boots. I volunteer that you need to get wet and dirty to get birds.
This past weekend I come around a corner in the woods road to a car stopped, doors open, two skinhead-looking types walking in front of the car with a Rottweiler, ciggys hanging in their mouths, full camo dress. They weren't happy that I came along, seeing as they had to move their car so I could get by and the grouse they were trying to ground pound most likely had skeedaddled. Road hunters crack me up
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