I got to thinking about our gang. We're not pretty, and really not that bright, but under the white whiskers and camo are some very good guys I'd do most anything for.
Here's the tribe: Woodland Gnome, Hikin' Mike, Chief, Gimpy, "Super Cool" Kenny, Tim Time Bomb, The New Guy, and myself. What a bunch of characters!
In two weeks we will be chasing pigs with pointy sticks, enjoying epic meals, then sit back at the campfire listening to the night swamp critters with a cold one and a cigar. Aaahh!
I can report back in here after the hunt. Maybe.
Well, good luck, have fun and give us a report when you get back then.
Hmmmmm.....
Bacon.....
And not from Sheetz...
Beastieboy...just put the new cap on the truck. The broadheads are all shot in and the license is in my pack. Heading out now to shoot those arrows out of my backup bow.
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Bob, I shot my broadheads this morning. Then I shot my newly acquired hog target and the bag course. The Sage was slammin'!
New Guy better get a hair cut if he's going with us. He's Super Cool's responsibility so I hope he takes care of it before they roll in. Damn hippies. :)
So let it be written, so let it be done!
PS. tell the kid there's no video games allowed either.
And yes, heed RedBeastmaster's warning: he took a guitar off me, and threw it in the campfire. Was a'rantin and a'raving, yelling "No Guitars at Camp! NO GUITARS AT CAMP!!!"
Be aware of the Beastmaster guy. Be nice to him at Camp. He can be scary....
((I won't even bother telling you what he did to my flip-phone.))
Last years new guy had to learn our rule the hard way too when he tried playing his "Dorkimer" and singing folk songs. He ain't coming back.
A 1942 Martin D28. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, I guess.
Hey, when yinz all get your hoggies, I hope you bring home the bacon, pass it around the "campfire". It's the least you could do to appease your Gatherer Friend.(s).
Harry, I never met ya, but you gotta be a wuss. I been face to face wit Red. He's a leprechaun. Take my guitar? lol, yeah, go for it. Bring a heep o' help. "They always be after me lucky charms."
The dorkimer playing songs about leprechaun rootershooters. I think I can work with that :^)
Red has always walked away from any campfire where I've had a guitar. Ain't really afraid of him, but the crowd he hangs with can be ...ah....hmmmmm.....welll....crowded.
As for being a wuss...oh well...think what you want. The Voices in My Head tell me all I need to believe.
Shoot well, hoggies....
While enjoying the campfire at strictly sticks last september, my hosts, while never missing a beat (lol) to attach my name to a hot dog, pulled out their dogs thinking it would surprise me. Then they warmed them over a fire and did a uh....ummm... Salute whilst in their buns. A kinda swordfight like thingy...... All weiners were eventually sacrificed with Mr Perfect and Red Footlongmaster fightin over a bun.
Id tell ya'll I didnt eat nary a hotdog..... Course nobody'd believe me.:)
Good luck down there fellers. I can already hear the "banjers"
We saw a total of 353 hogs at the feeders and stalking in the swamp. Ken killed two. Greg and Jake each got one. Five other shots taken that were not on the mark. I had swirling winds prevent me from getting a shot.
Epic adventure! Eight stickbow hunters chasing pigs in the SC sunshine! We spent Saturday afternoon looking for arrow heads and shooting fire ant hills, temps in mid 70's!
The motley crew brought home the bacon!
Red, next year better take a shower before you go. :)
