11-21-2017, 01:34 PM
The loud crack of my .308 sending a round to rip the heart out of a 12 point buck, or the blast from my 1100 wing master obliterating the wing on a ring neck pheasant, duck or goose. Them slow roasting the carcasses in a smoker to bring out the succulent taste of fresh meat. Then devouring the flesh with a devilish thought of how I pissed off the liberal douche bags who think killing poor defenseless animals is wrong. Then getting naked and banging the old lady in the hammock in the back yard to work up an appetite for seconds.