There are still a couple of fellas that have failed to report in with much. Not mentioning any names, but who's initials are Big RON and Walt.
In light of what Mr. Walker has been doing we'll cut him some husk.
Now BIG Ron came to us as quite a surprise, if I may say so, Not that Bob Walker wasn't just in other ways. Now with a handle like BIG RON HUNTS ALOT, you would naturally figure a King Sized Bed Fella right. Turns out maybe a Twin or even a single. This guys the runt of the litter, ( just gettin even fer the stump shoot Ron, relax)
Well BIG Ron, Bob, and I allowed that we need to take a stroll down the sands of the ole creek bed, lookin for Cats, Javies, displaced people whom should not be there or other things of value.
We started out great until some damn Tom Turkey started hollerin. Off went BIG Ron like he was on a string, straight way towards that hollerin. I knew what was happening. A turkey hunter is just like a Hen when they hear that gobble. At that point I was really glad that Guru had not come along we would have had 2 MIAs at lunch, and Curtis had been quite specific about "LEAVE THE TURKEYS ALONE" not quite like that but that's close enough for the girls we go with.
Bob having never experienced the thrill of the gobble or the STRUTT was quite taken with what was now happening. Three of the Big Boys were hollerin at each other and headed straight at us.
And where's BIG Ron and his yeller fletched arras, in a bush with a grin on his face that would light all Kansas at midnight. You could see those teeth for MILES. That boy was happier than a Pig in Mud.