Twas the night before bear baiting. By Boar.

[Boar 42]

Twas the night before bear baiting an all through my shop not a freezer was empty not even my pops. The gambrel hung from the rafter with care, in hopes that a booner would soon be hung there. The scents were all labled an spray bottles all filled, if I didnt bring back her favorite I soon would be killed. And her in her thong and I in my jamos had just settled in for a game of spin the camo. When out in the shop there rose such a stink, the breaker had triped, the freezer is on the brink. So out to the shop I flew like a flash, the evening of spin the camo were now really trashed, I opend the door an held my breath tight, but soon needed air an fell to the floor. My gosh how this reeks I thought as I swept, three hundred dolars I screamed, an then my eyes wept. Then there in the door way I looked up to see, the woman that happens to put up with me. At first I thought from the frown on her face, she was going to tell me to get my own place, But took hold of a broom an helped clean up the room. Boy I'm one lucky groom. The morning arose an as our hands started to bleed, she handed me her purse an said get what you need. So off to fleet farm I ran like a dash, crap, it's sunday, I whent home an got smashed. Monday had come an I ran up bill, buying bait twice O'h what a thrill. All of baitng an hunting which we strive, lets not forget the most important bait site, our wives. Boar

[Water Hazard 0]

You are a lucky man!

Well written Boar.

[Gopher_Man 0]

Boar you are the man.

Would love to see some pictures of everything, except you in your jamos.

Only a couple more days

[charliepete2 0]

Too funny. This had me in stitches.

[Gissert 17]

LMAO!

[Boar 42]

Thanks guys, I might have a second edition coming soon. Boar