It was 1999 and colder than a well diggers ass out in the Henderson bottoms.We waded into a slough and were killin a few when the pain hit.I was about 300 yards fro mthe truck and 200 of it was pretty deep water.My cousin had been on my ass all day about one thing or another and was pissed that I was walking to the truck during "prime time action" I struggled through the muck and mire with the occasional pause to let some ducks work.I finally made it to the bank and proceeded to climb up the damn near straight up and dowm bankline to get to the field were the trucks were.Well,to make a long story short,I attempted to climb the bank and in the struggle,I managed to leave a miller light from the night before and bisquits and gravy concoction in my drawers that reaked like nothing I have ever smelled or felt in my life.I waddled to the truck and changed the necessary clothes and left the soiled drawers as a rear view mirror ornament for my mouthy ass cousin....For some reason he didn't think it as funny as the rest of our crew did.
Possum Style
We were wood duck hunting about five years ago in the local slough in Henderson(Anderson Pond).Now as a few of you may know this particular slough is very wooly around the edges and has mud that will suck neoprene off of you.We had just got set up nest to one of the many cypress clumps when one of my friends with the spastic colon screams that he has to go RIGHT NOW!!!And as we were about 150 yards,or 30 minutes away from the bank he does the only thing he can think to do.He saddles his gun on a low branch,carefully shimmies his waders to water level,grabs the next branch upwith one arm and pulls his drawers down and slings himself,Hanging possum style over the branch and begins to blow a chex mix/chocolate ice cream spackle on the water and cypress knees below,all the while we were shooting around him.Now if that wasn't funny enough, he rips off a sleeve does his buisness and continues to hunt.As we were walking outwe were met by the friendly local conservation officer who witnessed the whole ordeal.He siad he could hardly contain his laughter as he counted the times we "allegedly" shot past shooting time.
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