morning. Like you Ninja Cantrell, the SC mosquitoes sucked no less than a
Mason jar full of my blood from my shoulders last night. I think this
year's breed of skeeters is inhaling the Thermacell smoke the way a Jamaican
inhales ganja smoke.
Back to the story: After an hour of working a non-gobbling field gobbler
with two hens this morning, Lalich decided to stand up, step around a bush
and whack this softball headed joker at 50+ yards. He threw up his gun as
if he was shooting a passing duck.
Watching him from 20 yards behind, I thought Lalich was shooting out of
disgust. After the shot, Lalich turned around and said (very matter of fact
like) "He's dead". Not a traditional Tom Kelly kill, but he got to ride in
the truck until Lalich so graciously donated him to a local intoxicated
native named Isaac. Outside of the cool picture Lalich took with the Isaac
I was a little confused why he was giving away such a tasty bird. I'm pretty
sure his med-school wife doesn't know how to cook a turkey outside of a
Butterball. But, one day she will probably make enough money to buy a full
time cook so Lalich's generous donation will probably appease the turkey
gods the way a good shot of 101 will.
Keep your eye on the spur,
Ninja Hart
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