In years past Sand Bagging has had many meanings. Its meaning spans from machines that process and ready a product for resale to names used to justify getting ones backside handed to himself. Even in the Gentlemans game of Golf, such terms of endearment exist. A couple of weekends ago, I myself was assaulted with this term
Sand Bagger! Was I being pushed into volunteer work for our armed services with out my knowledge? No friends, I was being accused, my name strewn through the preverbal mud of competition as a Sand Bagger I was beside my self. I was speechless (yes even I) at the mere allegation.
It drove me to a deep and yet endless journey of ones self. Could I really be what they say, a Sand Bagger? Nah, nah I say! This accusation made by one of the games legends (Duckgumlicker) drove a nail into my heart. I here by report that I, Chicken George, from this moment forward, cast this dreaded name to the ground. No longer will I plan to show up to all the competitions and Win it all as I have in years past. You know, youve been there bored by me coming up to accept all the booty. I will sit idly by and accept my 10 min deer skinner and knife sharpeners with pride.
All the above to brag that Sunday I shoot my first AAA score, shooting a 28 in hunter. Some sand bagger beat me out of match winner shooting a 31 though