Kip, the pleasure was all mine! We really enjoyed having you. My wife and children as well as everyone that visited us really enjoyed your culinary talent and wonderful humor!
*The master at work
Every now and then you meet folks that make you feel like you've known them forever. Having Kip here to hunt turkeys was just as much a reward for me as him...moreso because I turned out to be a terrible turkey guide and managed to stay well fed the whole trip!
*Chicken Sauce Piquante to die for
The weather stunk for us with blowing rain and temps in the 40s. That combined with our wheat being high made keeping birds on my place tough. They just don't like grown up fields. Even bushogging my food plots didn't help. We tried though and almost pulled it off thanks to David (Sheltoncreeker). He had some of the clearest fields near his place. It was a fine visit and I will kidnap Kip again if I have to...this French Cajun needs to kill a turkey. I still believe I am the man for the job
Kip I finsihed up the last of the crawfish etoufee last night and suffered my way through the last of the gumbo, too. For breakfast the chicken piquante ended it's run as well. My stomach is ready for some reds in the bay or piggies in the swamp as soon as we can
Miss ya already bud...and I miss your crawfish! Same week next year with good weather and working birds.
One last thing...the weather broke today and I worked that bird from the blind you did. On the way to work I counted 4 different toms strutting in the mile to the blacktop. I won't tell you when I kill him... :p
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