We only shot 2 geese this evening. I messed up and took my outlaws and one dozen of my bigfoots. I wasn't thinking and forgot how bad the silos shine on a bright day in the snow. They flared 3 nice flocks.
Then towards the end I see 2 trucks parked on the road near our trucks. I immediately stood up so they would see us. Then here comes some little dude hell bent for election time at us. Storms out there and demands my name and who gave me permission. I tell him both and that quiets him down. Then I ask him what his name is. He tells me his first name and I ask him if he has a last name to go with it and reluctantly he tells me. Then he asks where else I hunt. So being the smart azz that I can be I tell him EVERYWHERE I hunt . So he stands out in the snow in his tennis shoes while I give him the whole where I hunt talk.![]()
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