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Luck or Skill?

It would seem that the hunter has been successful yet again. Hero Guy left on Wednesday morning, heading to the Adirondack mountains for a wilderness fix. He was going under the guise of hunting, but the area is so remote and monstrously big, it's possible to go for a week and never see game. But not this guy. He called to report that he shot a seven-point buck, the first deer anyone has shot in the area this season. He is over-collecting in the accolade department, so I may need to relegate him to the garage if he begins to get obnoxious. Luckily he's already gotten a bigger trophy this year, so #1, we will not be paying to have this head stuffed and #2, this seriously shortens hunting season for him. Yeah on both accounts.
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Anonymous said…
Congrats to Hero Guy! Poor bambi! Do I smell testosterone?
11/11/2006 9:36 PM
Unknown said…
Do you think the Adirondack mountain area is so big that he could perhaps get lost there for a few more days, thus lengthening his hunting season? Way to go Hero Guy!
11/12/2006 1:43 AM
Mary Ellen said…
OK, first I must admit Debbie's wondering if he can get lost made me grin pretty big - obviously she hasn't heard that famous story!

You might need to cut some larger sections in your doorways for his huge head to pass through, I'm sure it has swelled to the bursting point by now.

Are you SURE you won't be having both heads stuffed? I just can't imagine Johnny boy not having both proof positives hanging right there on the wall for all mankind to see and admire while he launches into his mighty hunter stories....
11/12/2006 1:50 PM
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