The second shift —Sleep late and still kill your limit of teal
Kenny gaped — then he looked around the room frowning, his eyes like cue balls. Suddenly he smiled, reached into the cooler, and grabbed another brewskie.[…]
Kenny gaped — then he looked around the room frowning, his eyes like cue balls. Suddenly he smiled, reached into the cooler, and grabbed another brewskie.[…]
My plan was well thought out for the opening day of teal season, but apparently the birds didn’t get the memo, e-mail, text — aw, heck, whatever method birds use to communicate one to another. […]
Louisiana’s opening weekend of teal season played out a lot like a beginner’s class in real estate basics: It all boiled down to location, location, location.[…]
“Hmmm — six blue-winged teal would make for a nice day and plenty to eat,” I thought to myself the night before the opening day of the 2013 teal season. “Seriously? Six birds. One half dozen. Who’d of ever of thought the day would come?”[…]