mark,
it seems to me that you're trying to aggravate these guys, especially duckboy, but you know them better than i, so...
first a little background:
mark invited me to quail hunt, and i followed behind him before dark. i wasn't comfortable driving 90mph to keep up with him, but i maintained a safe distance to keep from getting hit by the empty beer cans ejected from his truck every 5 minutes. i don’t know what he was smoking, but fireballs of ash would fly out his window every so often as well. my birddog, dottie, just looked at me and said, “i bet he shoots quail on the ground, doesn't he?”. i didn't dare say a word.
we got to the lease after sunup and 257heaven pulled up. his chubby butler gets out of the driver’s side and goes around to open the passenger door for heaven, who exits in brand new ll bean clothes… still with their tags. then the butler opens the back door and lifts out a fat dachshund looking dog and sets him on the ground. heaven asked if i would put dottie up because his stud dog, wolfie, gets intimated by dogs taller than him. no problem… “dottie!, load up!!”, and in she goes. heaven's dog pees like a bitch and wants back in the truck. the butler lifts the dog in and gives him a chew toy.
we all get in heaven's new supercrew and the butler drives us to various spots where quail have been trapped. at about 15 yards out, heaven and mark stick their guns out the window and start blasting. the butler goes up to the trap, opens the door, dumps out the feathers and brings the pile of wings and beaks back to the truck. i stuck around long enough for a complimentary pic and then split.
and mark... i found the pic of your backside that you were asking about...
