I talked to my older brother the other day and told him I made some predator calls out of antler and got kind of addicted, and couldn't wait to get home and try to make some more. He laughed at me, and sent me an email, of the top five reasons I'm teh biggest redneck he knows. You haven't seen these before
Title: TOP 5 Reasons you are the most hick son of a gun I know, or will ever know. drum role please ...
5. The homepage to your computer is a hunting website/forum in which other hicks can write in and discuss this vital question that tears at the very fabric of American society: "how can we kill every living varmint in this country with not just traditional weapons but with grenades, fully automatic 6,000 rounds-a-second-only-legal-in-Russia machine guns, tanks, land mines, pistols the size of Montana, traps, and satellite-guided missiles?" A daunting question that I know the hicks of America will eventually rise up and solve.
4. you not only have a subscription to "Field and Stream" but you read the damn thing totally contradicting its intended use as toilet paper on camping trips.
3. you unassemble, reassemble, unassemble and, once again, reassemble your guns to become intimately involved with the gun; as to know its inner most workings, and to become "one" with the weapon. If i were a Freudian, i would be definitely worried about this "passionate" knowledge of an inanimate object.
2. you think about furry, crop eating, disgusting, illusive animals that roam and swim the fields and channels of St. Clair county more than girls.
1. you spend brain power thinking about fashioning and/or manipulating killed animal parts into devices solely designed to lure other animals into being killed. talk about irony. need i say more...
Title: TOP 5 Reasons you are the most hick son of a gun I know, or will ever know. drum role please ...
5. The homepage to your computer is a hunting website/forum in which other hicks can write in and discuss this vital question that tears at the very fabric of American society: "how can we kill every living varmint in this country with not just traditional weapons but with grenades, fully automatic 6,000 rounds-a-second-only-legal-in-Russia machine guns, tanks, land mines, pistols the size of Montana, traps, and satellite-guided missiles?" A daunting question that I know the hicks of America will eventually rise up and solve.
4. you not only have a subscription to "Field and Stream" but you read the damn thing totally contradicting its intended use as toilet paper on camping trips.
3. you unassemble, reassemble, unassemble and, once again, reassemble your guns to become intimately involved with the gun; as to know its inner most workings, and to become "one" with the weapon. If i were a Freudian, i would be definitely worried about this "passionate" knowledge of an inanimate object.
2. you think about furry, crop eating, disgusting, illusive animals that roam and swim the fields and channels of St. Clair county more than girls.
1. you spend brain power thinking about fashioning and/or manipulating killed animal parts into devices solely designed to lure other animals into being killed. talk about irony. need i say more...