Not to hijack this but a couple summers ago a couple friends from Ft. Worth came up to go hog hunting. We shot some hogs and they brought 2 of the littlest ones back to my house to cook. Well we kinda got on the brown water and ice cubes which completely delayed the cleaning of the hogs off until it was too late. The next day I told them to go throw them in a ditch behind a pond in the backside of a pasture. They thought they were gonna be funny and propped them up in 2 lawn chairs on my patio with cigarettes hanging from their mouths and whiskey bottles between their legs. When they went to pack up to leave for home I ran outside and took all the stuff out of a toolbox that was on the front of their bumper pull trailer they hauled their UTV on. I put those piglets in the toolbox and put all the stuff back in it and shut the lid. When they got back to Texas the guy who owned the trailer had to leave the next day to go do a directional boring job in North Carolina. He back the trailer in his garage and left to go to the job. This was in August in Texas and he was gone for 3 weeks. He said his wife started calling him about the smell in the garage and he told her it’s probably a dead mouse and he would look for it when he got home. After 2 weeks she noticed this brown liquid dripping out of toolbox and then she summoned the courage to open it up. Thank God for caller ID. I avoided his calls a few times. When I finally did answer I started yelling whooo pig pig sueeyyy. He failed to find the humor in it. He did get me back one year after a dove hunt. He filled empty shotgun shell boxes full of dove guts and his own poop and then put the boxes back in a partial flat of shell that I put back in my office/man cave. We called a truce after that.
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