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This list is ridiculous. I know because mine is similar.

After the Red Sea event, there's 40 years wandering in the desert. Perhaps it would be best to go with a different catch phrase?

you stole my stool, fool

I got the tripod stool too. People think how quaint it slides into the loop on top of my pack. But when we get where we are going, everyone is jealous. Problem is, sit on it too long and it feels like you spent the night with Lorena Bobbit.

Happens everywhere, no hunting, trespassing signs too.

Back when I had a Filipina ma-in-law, I brought a nice black tail home (she called it a cow) and she cut off a leg roast before I had finished skinning it. She put it in a dutch oven with tamarind and it was delicious.

Mulepackhunter made an incredible roast last Christmas ala sous vide.

Most excellent

Food, a great motivator.

No pictures? There are Coueswhitetail.com eyes and ears everywhere....

Last year I had the opportunity to hunt quail over a well trained dog and I thoroughly enjoyed it. While out deer hunting in 20b last week I came across a big population of birds. I flushed hundreds of quail. If you have a good dog and don't mind sharing, I'll show you where they are.

That can be arranged, let's go, Eagletails calling..

that would be sick. chasing ibex, avoiding the talibanAvoid them? He!!, take extra ammo

One of my little ponies got an early Christmas present, a new Decker pack saddle. Mike and I made some britchens adjustments before taking it for a trial run before next week's pack hunt. How little is that pony? In boots, Mike (pictured)is probably close to 6'3" if that helps. Side note; if Mike invites you out to ride mules, best to turn off cell phone in advance.

Ha-ha, good story. Skunks were rampaging camp. Chewed into feed bags and going through everything All the guys on this trip were so exhausted and hung over we just dealt with the pooch. Took turns washing him with Dawn down in the creek.

.....But seriously, got to be alien predators.

I've gotten older and spoiled, like having along all the accoutrements. Wrapping up like a giant gordita in a bedroll on the ground has lost its romance.

Y'all the best. PM sent

I heard he was a cheap date too

Bob, she was buns up but not squelin and had a giant wooden fork in each hand.Easy case of mistaken species identity. Probably happens to her all the time.

We could send ya out with Lark to pick up snakes if you don't mind putting little snake pieces back together again like a jigsaw puzzle. Just don't try and pick one up until his shotgun's empty.

Sounds like a sting. What's next, robosnakes?

Thanks for your service.

Oh heck, that wasn't your royal elk I saw all bloated and lifeless along the ditch. Had a second look, was just Rosie O'Donnell passed out. The swarms of blow flies musta skewed my vision. Good luck, buddy.