Whatever

Yeah, I get it.
I'm an animal lover too.
Maybe to some that sounds odd coming from a hunter and fisherman.
We are what we are, and we're still Upper Paleolithic hunter-gatherers.

I will not deliberately inflict pain on any living thing.
And to take pleasure in that is evil.
Even when it comes to groundhogs.
Or gophers.

 

No brainer.....

 

Shut it

 

Tell us a story Shauna...

 

Need help? You could ask your wife.

 

Only kill what you can eat. I fish, but mostly catch and release just because I am not going to eat it.

 

About what?

 

Watchya got!

 

You know I had to vote yes Truthfully, I didn't care for mine and didn't want them ghosting my paint. And you can always add them back later if you change your mind. I'd get a different style if I did though. I didn't care for the red with my silver paint. Maybe all black.

 

Fuck idk...??? At least throw out a topic and I’ll see if I have something. I already gave you all my drunken cheerleader story.

 

I feel the same!

 

What color is your truck?

 

High school partys....

 

Silver, same as Bob's.

 

I suppose you're right.
But they're very shy here. Coyotes too, and there are plenty of them.
And bears. All very shy.

Maybe it's because they're conditioned to consider people as highly dangerous.
Dunno about currently, but PA has in the past sold more hunting licenses than any other state.
Lots of hunters in the forests year round, either hunting or scouting.

 

Wait, what?

Dammit. Now I have to go back in.

 

I have a crappy story from several years ago.
Me and a feller were going hunting one morning. Early. Still very dark. We were on I57 heading to Illinois and had just passed an exit when the pain hit me. You know the pain I'm talking about. I yell, "PULL OVER". He's like, we're on the interstate. I said , I don't care, pull over by that little patch of woods. Luckily, myself and all my real friends carry toilet paper in their vehicles. So I jump out and take off running, not bothering to grab a flashlight. The first ditch I fell into (it was a dry ditch) was roughly 6ft deep. After clawing my way out of that, the second ditch I fell into (lucky for me, it was also dry) was roughly 8ft deep. After gouging my way out of that I made it to the timber for some relief. When I got back to the truck my buddy was laughing like an idiot. I was like, what's so funny, he was like, when you fell in those ditches it looked like your hat hung in mid air for a few seconds. I said, "aren't you the same guy that shit his pants in my wife's new car?"

 

You could have just read his post WHICH SAID SILVER.

 

Yeah. And once the excitement wears off, get ready for a whole new level of bullshit. Us civilians love next-level drama. Keep your eye on the prize.

 

I can understand why. I traveled a lot to PA with my work and I loved the country and rolling hills. I told my wife it looked like a postcard.