I’ve decided it’s time to share my vast array of duck hunting nonesense and shenanigans. Had two young men begging to go hunt youth season, it was their last year to participate in the coveted youth weekend and I had never participated myself. So I put one in a leaky pair of waders and gave the other one an auto that is essentially a single shot. Neither complained or whimpered. Heck they even stayed in the boat with while I took my 0430 sabbatical over the starboard side. I gave them the option to get out but the elected to stay. Since then, Dip and Chit have jumped in way over their hip boots. Just yesterday Dip showed up at the house and couldn’t wait to tell me about the newly acquired property he has permission to hunt. Blinds already in place blah blah blah. So I asked what it had to do with me. The property owner won’t let him hunt it without an adult. I leterally LOL’d, and made it very clear to him that I was like that reaccuring crotch itch he caught from that hussy at the Hopkins Co. fair, once he had me he could’nt get rid of me. So, now I have 2 designated/motivated drivers at my disposal. First session of backing up a trailer begins Saturday. Going to hook up the 10’ lawnmower trailer and make em back it around the block a time or two. Figure after an hour of frustration I’ll hook to the boat up and show how to do it the correct way.