I just got this mental image of a poor old garbage man getting into a "hot" garbage can and it's making me laugh. Do something with the dog. Don't hurt the garbage guy. I had a half grown lab once that would not stay out of the garbage. I picked him up by the neck, stuffed him in the garbage can and sat on it while he tried to claw out. He never got in the garbage again. He was claustrophobic as hell after that though.


“Killing tomorrow’s trophies today.”

On the distance I like to walk to my stands:
“The first 100 yards is also the last 100 yards.”