Heading to try to kill a “dominant gobbler” for Chuckles, Chamberlain, and “Hawley”
I called up 2 gobblers and 3 hens. Being the great conservationist that I am, I shot the gobbler that wasn't strutting, thus ensuring that those hens will be bred and reproduce this year. If I had shot the wrong one, it would have been an ecological disaster. Chuckie should have his lackey write up an article on me.
Now I will restrain from hunting for the next 10 days so that my carbon footprint is as small as possible.
All the labor of man is for his mouth, and yet the appetite is not filled.