I can remember it like it was yesterday.

1973, I was 9 years old. We run dogs, in Rabun Alabama. One of the first times my Uncle let me stand by myself I was listening to the dog's.

They were coming to me. Most times it was a doe, which were off limits back then.

I hear something running up behind me. Turn around and this cowhorn slammed on the brakes right behind me. I swung around with my Mossberg 410, and shot him right in the face. Happened so quick, I was freaked out. Never forget that morning.


Life is a journey. Make sure and bring plenty of Beer.

My luck has been so bad lately, it could be raining pussies and I'd catch one with a dick broke off in it.