re: Outdoor Board Confessions

I once got off early and packed everything needed to canoe fish for reds in the marsh. I got all the way past Belle Chase before I realized I had forgotten the canoe.
Turned around and ended up at Hooters instead.

we took a guy with us last year for opening day of bow season. we drove 20 minutes from the camp to the property and pulled up to the gate only for him to say he forgot his release. we make the trip back, get the release, head to the property, and when we get there....he forgot his arrows too.

he also ended up missing 3 deer that weekend.

I mooned my brothers trail cam several times and never told him it was me. It was too funny hearing him complain about who was going on his food plot.

I have never caught a spec.

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I have never caught a spec.

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That can be fixed. Get your arse out there.

I have a perfectly round scar on my belly that looks like I was shot with a bb gun but is actually from where a bream bit a hole in me thinking it was a tortilla because the kids had been feeding them tortillas.

True story.

Sorry for the bump, but in the 8 or so times that I've filled up a boat since this was posted, I've sat there laughing my arse off thinking about this.

My fishing buddies are beginning to wonder WTF is wrong with me.

Outdoor Board Confessions

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I pumped about 20 gallons in a rod holder several years ago"

I heard a story about a guy did that at Blackie Campo's. Shut them down too for a long time. I think they towed the guy away from the pumps with a LOOOOONg rope.

I went to a friend's camp to help him build a deck. Of course we got a lil buzz on the way. When we got there he was going to unload the four wheeler from the trailer whilst I relaxed in a chair. He jumps on the four wheeler and starts it, puts it in revers and it wont move. He increases the throttle and the smoke from the tires was so thick he was invisible. I got up, walked over and noticed the winch and said..." do you think this should be disconnected?"

ok one more...same friend. I was at his camp at Eagle Lake for a duck hunt. He was still drunk from the night before and we got up and left. On the way we stopped at another camp and got a dog, (the owner wanted us to work). We put the dog in the kennel in the back of the Polaris and off we went plowing through mud holes, (buddy drinking breakfast beers). We got to the blind and unloaded our gear and sat in the blind. I asked him.."where is Bo?" He asked me to go get the dog. I went to the Polaris and the kennel was gone. We back tracked and found the kennel in about 2ft of water. Well we go the kennel out of the water and opened it to check on the dog and Bo ran smooth over my friend and hauled arse in the opposite direction. When we got back the owner asked about the dog and we said..."he did great till about 7:00, then he was no where to be found".