re: One of my top 5 worst duck hunts

No doubt you have very bad karma.

Ive definitely heard of worse. For instance, my teacher in HS had her husband get shot in the head by her father on a duck hunt.

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I was hunting in hopedale one time and we had to raft down two sets of class five Rapids in my pow pow's pirogue. Ended up dropping my 22 mag in a glacier but had a can of spam, so I used the top like a frickin outback boomerang. God damn coots shite in my browning jacket hood and I drank some high life the night before and shite my drawers. frick that hunt baw

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Spent two days in the Sabine mud this weekend


HELL

Attach Go-Devil to Yeti. Keep on huntin'!

Just glad I was on the rescue mission and not in the boat when that shite went down

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WHODAT514

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Either one of you made it to Avoyelles this weekend?

Mid calf? Try past the knee

I have a funny one from my old lease when i was in high school. Going hunting one morning just me and a buddy and my dog. Water has blown out due to the north wind and its about 30 degrees. Busting the remaining ice/mud/slush with the boat in the canal. Well the fricking crabber left a trap in the canal and with the water being low i smoked it with my old 40 shortshaft tohatsu. My dog straight ejects 20 yards into the air and into the canal and i go flying all the way to front and crash heads with my buddy (he was 240 i was 150 i lost). All our shite is either in the grass or in the canal. Well since we came off plane I couldnt get us back on step with the water being so low. Well after collecting all our gear we try to make it to the go-devil boat where we would switch out. Also at this time i realize i split my head open when i went flying the full 20 feet of my tunnel hull. Anyways we finally walk the last 300 yards to the other boat. Load up the little boat to head to the blind. Didnt think with it being so cold that the compression on the block would be basically frozen. I pull the ole rubber handle, the knot at the end breaks loose, i punch myself square in the nose, and knock myself out unconscious. Buddy wakes me up i am look straight into the sky with warm blood pouring from my nose. Well i stumble up...fall back down...try one more time..fell back over.....gave it one more shot.....then went head first in a huge pile salt grass....BOOM! I crawl on my hands and knees to where he is. He is laughing his arse off. Told him to go frick himself and to throw out some decoys in the canal and shoot whatever comes in. This is the time before cell-phones so around 1130 my dad comes down the canal in another boat. Im sitting in the little go-devil boat covered in blood, my buddy has his ducks around his neck, and my dog is just running around chasing marsh hens. He pulls up and looks at me and then looks at my buddy and says "Well at least you and Charger had a good hunt". He killed 6 teal and i gave myself a concussion.