Meat = Good

Okay, so I lied.

Remember last year's sob-story about the "Last bird in Kansas", yada yada yada? Well, turns out that the house did sell, but the closing date was the Monday after opening day in Kans-ass. So, I thought i would get Sammo out for another hunt. Turned out to be a good decision bird-wise, but was not the same. Sacked out on the front-room carpet, house was pretty empty, etc. Still, we managed to knock down 7 birds in a day and 2 hours of hunting. Roy got two, I shot four, and Les got one on Sun. morning. Yeah, I look fat in the pictures. I cry myself to sleep every night. Get over it.

Ready to go the night before

Sam is a hunting fool. Likewise with Roy and Shithead

The Crew. Les was tipsy all weekend long. Rock on!

Yeah, we got birds

Sam eats feathers, and it tickles when she poops

Pheasants in Nebraska

Went out on opening day, really only had one spot to go. Saw lots of birds, Sam did a good job on finding the downed birds in the tall weeds. First time I have ever shot a limit in Nebraska within recent memory. Sam was stoked to be out again. Three birds, never made it to the freezer.

I felt like Pheasant nuggets tonight. That, and Negro Modelo.

What goes "oink, oink, bang?"

So me and a couple three yahoos loaded up the Dodge and kept on truckin' down Texas way. Centerville, to be exact. Met a gent by the name of Joe Langley, and shot some of his wild boar. Dad shot his WW II era 30-06 Springfield, Ryan shot my Bush Sr. era 30-06, Roy his smokepole, and I my 30-30. They all worked. Cool place, and we'll probably go back sometime.

That part of Texas is more south than others. Dry county, and there was a revival happening when we went throught the ville proper. Both people there looked to be well on their way to salvation.

Joe turned on the "country gentleman/backwoods guru" and everyone seemed to eat it up. His ranch was less than 20 miles from town, out in the sticks, and we passed two small country stores along the way. Cool.

We stayed in an old ranchhouse, which luckily had AC. It was hotter than the hubs of hell, and just about as humid as it can be. Bugs weren't too bad though.

Mr. Langley

Shit-head

Gene-O, Shithead, Ryan.

Mr. Roy Cavender

Herro again

The resurrection of the blog. “It lives”. “It’s alive”. There are so many good quotes. Forgot “I’ll be back”. Just like a cold sore, as in “they never go completely away.”

“Shot Across the Bow” ceased to be, I suspect, because hunting season was over. How much can you write about a grown mannish boy that sets his ass on a bike for hours or more? Pretty much heard it all if you’ve heard it once. So, I shitcanned it. Now, hunting season is back. I have new pictures, stories.

So, read’em and weep. Or something like that.