Lets Hear a BIG HELL YEAH from the Redneck Girls & Cowboys

Legendryder · 01-30-2010, 02:10 PM

Well, my Dad is a big hunter. I was too when I was a kid. We used to go duck hunting every year. This one time, my Dad, my Brother and me were sitting there in the blind. We all had goose stamps. And, well, a couple of Canadas were coming in, and my Dad had the shot. He dropped it, the dog went and got it and he threw it into the blind behind us. We were sitting there looking up, waiting for the next flight of ducks, when we heard a noise. That goose was up, and headed for the exit. My Dad took his knife and killed it and threw it back. And we were sitting there looking up.......and heard a noise behind us. Goose was back up, bleeding profusely, headed for the exit. So, Dad grabbed the goose, wrung it's neck, and threw it back. And we are sitting there.........and then the noise. Goose is up, bleeding profusely, head off askew, headed for the exit.

Well, Dad beat the thing into a greasy spot with a spool. We never did get a goose that year.

01-30-2010, 02:10 PM	#11
Legendryder Member How Do You Identify?: Butch Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Queen City, MO Posts: 420 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 14 Thanked 969 Times in 261 Posts Rep Power: 7270130	Well, my Dad is a big hunter. I was too when I was a kid. We used to go duck hunting every year. This one time, my Dad, my Brother and me were sitting there in the blind. We all had goose stamps. And, well, a couple of Canadas were coming in, and my Dad had the shot. He dropped it, the dog went and got it and he threw it into the blind behind us. We were sitting there looking up, waiting for the next flight of ducks, when we heard a noise. That goose was up, and headed for the exit. My Dad took his knife and killed it and threw it back. And we were sitting there looking up.......and heard a noise behind us. Goose was back up, bleeding profusely, headed for the exit. So, Dad grabbed the goose, wrung it's neck, and threw it back. And we are sitting there.........and then the noise. Goose is up, bleeding profusely, head off askew, headed for the exit. Well, Dad beat the thing into a greasy spot with a spool. We never did get a goose that year.