This is my husband. There's really nothing more I can say about this.
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I can understand shooting the dang squirrels but dare I ask what he does with the carcasses? My dad was a trapper. I don't think he ever bothered with squirrels except to shorten their lives and leave them for crow food.
5 comments:
I can understand shooting the dang squirrels but dare I ask what he does with the carcasses? My dad was a trapper. I don't think he ever bothered with squirrels except to shorten their lives and leave them for crow food.
Now all he needs is a newspaper.
PS: I know I'm just seeing the tails, but those look like some well-fed squirrels.
Word verification: penstin -- the cup you keep your Bics in
And he does what with those squirrels?
Such an awesome photo.
If he has any Southern blood, he probably had you fry them like chicken and serve them with cream gravy -- for breakfast!!
I think the tails hangrin out of the pockets is what truly sets the tone.
Somehow the menacing nature of the gun is lost with the dog praticallay begging at his feet!!!
Spackfur - the bits of fur and gristle from the dead squirrels that litters the walls and floor when your H gets done skinnin em.
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