After a week of putting up with all of government incompetence I could stand, I headed down to the farm Friday evening for a funfilled weekend.
I didn't even drive! Told hunting buddy Rog he was elected and curled up with a 12 pac! Best trip (240 miles) I've had in all these years!
Next morning, after a pot of coffee fortified with some KY mash, the 3 of us get the golf card on the trailer, strapped on our sixguns (Tommy's was loaded with snakeshot but I had all those 38's I wanted to shoot up), iced down a 30 pack of beer, and headed out to the farm at the uncivilized early hour of 8:30 am.
We drove around the area that will soon be timbered off, looked at some food plot sites, retrieved a trail camera, checked feeders, drank the beer and shot up the ammo! Life was good!
'bout 11:30 we started getting hungry so we headed back to the house. After ruling out the Waffle House we picked these up en route!