Last nights chili ran through me faster than a fat kid in a candy store

With my luck, it could be raining titties and I'd still look up and catch a d!ck.

Overheard on another OB thread!

"Chorizo breakfast taco was a bad choice… either my hunts about to be over or I'm about to be down a sock"

My late father, who grew up in hard times, was strictly a meat hunter, and never understood the pursuit of "trophy" bucks…

Dad: "What did you see this morning son?"

Me: "Just a small fork horn."

Dad: "Is he in the back of your truck?"

Me: "No, I let him walk; I'm looking for a mature buck."

Dad: "What? You had a shot at a legal deer and didn't take it?"

Me: "Yeah, he was just a yearling."

Dad: "I've found that no matter how long I boil those antlers, they're still way too crunchy and taste like sh**."