Now my friends have hiked to the truck for their ball caps. Little fucker bugs are falling on everything. Heads too, lol. I’m losing it laughing.
I’m saying goodbye to an old good friend is why we are here camping. He is here with us camping. Just not in the physical state. I spent many a sunrise and sun set in a duck blind with him. Literally from the northern most wetlands in Saskatchewan Canada all the way down to Mexico. And most everywhere a duck hunter would dream of hunting in between. You might have seen my question to
@Pipecarver in his carving thread. If my friend knew what I’m planning he’d say throw me in the spread, lol.